When I’m writing

I can live in any

Time, place

I can do anything

As well or as

Poorly as I dare.

I can experience a whole

Training sequence in a matter of


I can develop a story

From start to finish

Just closing my eyes and

Trying to start it

The moment I try to

Put the words out

I notice

I haven’t the slightest clue

What language this is

It isn’t my first, or my last

It isn’t my best

I would rather speak

Primitively, if we could

I would rather us talk




Alas, no one is capable

Of speaking honestly

Without prejudice

I enjoy writing

Where I can pretend

The rest of the world

Just doesn’t exist

Where I am charming

And you are charmed

And life is bliss

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