Friday, April 08, 2011

Because... will not let me sleep until I give it life...

It twirls around like a cowgirl taming a bull
It bucks and kicks
It's angry
It's hostile
It's caressing
And comforting
And familiar
Ideas twirling a baton
Thoughts building a pyramid
And then it happens
A story evolves
It emerges and is born
And then it breathes

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