It's taken me a while to set pen to paper. Just seeing the ink make contact with the page, and writing words that popped into my head used to feel so therapeutic.
My brain has slowed - maybe that's the weariness of the day. Or the weight of my thoughts. For although my thoughts might not be cohesive at the current time, I suppose they are rather weighty.
Even though the sword I'm wielding seems to slide most gracefully through the page...I am very well aware that my intended subject hasn't even begun to draw blood.
So maybe I need fencing lessons to sharpen my wordplay. My firm grasp on the handle of English Language has always been my weapon of choice in the War of Life.
I am sorely out of practice.
Maybe with both English and Life.
With English practice makes perfect. With Life you don't really get to begin the exam again, you only get to answer the next question. But more than anything I Want To Live.
