writing...

August 19, 2008
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My crayon glides across the page,
thoughts race
words flow
time moves
Quickly.

Every word, thought, revelation
Slides
through my mind into my hand
the words
the power
the thoughts
gone from my mind.

Peace in my head, quiet, still.

Time is frozen, the page is full...

My mind is Clear





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