#ayokapatented

[ayokapatented]

I Miss Her...

I miss her. I miss looking at her. I know she's there. I can feel her. I clean her.

But I still, miss her. She's that muse that I use. She's that friend that gives me confidence. And I miss her. I miss seeing her. Looking at the beauty of her. Knowing the power of her.

But I still miss her. Some may know exactly how I feel. Those blessed months we experience, but there comes that time when you can't see her anymore; And you miss her. I truly, truly miss her. I miss her occasional fluff Or the bald look she'd rock at times. Sigh, I can feel either of the two, but I miss seeing her. I miss looking down, and seeing her.

I

MISS

LOOKING

AT

MY

VAGINA...

[ayokapatented]

THIS...

This is what my creativity has come to.

This.

To write only when emotions has struck. When frustration, confusion, anger and resentment ignites the need to write. This is what my creativity has come to. Words following out my pen in the same direction that tears do. Sentences connecting the disconnect that I feel. This is what my creativity has come to.

No more flashy smart phrases or sexually stimulated underpinnings. Just plain emotionally filled words conjured into prays and parables. This.

This is what my creativity has come to. Fingers crunched from typing. As oppose to "writing". Editing your own work as if marking? Hearing without listening? Reading without understanding?

This is what my creativity has come too?

Writing only when there is nothing else left to do. When tears aren't enough, and screams aren't allowed.

This is what my creativity has come too? My second nature My oxygen tank My tone My aura My invisible sword My metaphorical shield

This is what my creativity has come too... Blundered words, streamed together. Sentences pilled ontop of each other, only when there is nothing else left to do.

This is what my creativity has come too.