

A Little Trip. 1Every night I sit at my laptop, waiting for inspiration. All day I dreamed of what I would write about, but when the time comes- "poof", it's gone. The clock keeps ticking as time flies by. The words always stay just an inch out of touch, content with being seen but not heard.A Little Trip. 1
I can picture them melting away and oozing down to the bottom of my head, where the frustration heats the melted mess to steam that pushes painfully against my brain. My eyes start to draw shut. The sand man has come to visit and seems insistent on slamming a sledge hammer against my already throbbing s


Frozen ShutFrozen. Unable to move. Your mouth sown shut with tingling threads Covered with sweetly jagged barbs. Youre forced to embrace the panic oozing its way into your veins, Its boiling touch made contradiction by the arctic chill- Holding in all form of thought, Freezing each fragment of rationality into frightfully beautiful shards of ice.Frozen Shut
Then came the shakes.
The blaze coursing in your blood begs to be released, But the cold, like liquid nitrogen, makes your brain solid- Ridding it of all senses of flow. The panic builds up, trapped in
but you don't have to do it...
Err... forgiv my wierdness^^
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