Inspiration.
It lights up like a spark.
The curiosity, the dreams.
They shroud me in a misty stream that flows with no boundless hurry.
The characters to follow, the figures to commence.
How beautiful it is,
how extraordinarily eccentric
to know what to do and when.
To have absolute creative control throughout the mind and body.
YOU ARE READING
Stuck between the Pages
PuisiSmall poems with no real meanings from a writer lost in dreaming. Also, for even better poems... go read Arlahndo's poems called "The Withdrawal Effect."
