Tonight started like any night. I played a mind numbing game. Thought about the day. Even remembered and quoted some poetry from my late teens. (Edgar Allen Poe of course.) Then it happened. I reply to a friend and explain "the best medicine for trauma is to write!" I add a quick stanza of poem and go on about might night.
Here is the thing, I havnt written a poem in AGES since i have found a happy place in life. I have written pieces or paragraph here or there of fan fic once in a grand while. But nothing really solid.
So after a minor(not so) panic, i figure "what the hey!" And come to the hell site known as Tumblr.com. I am immediately hit woth posts about how being a writer is, and the many wips or ideas we hold deep in our subconscious.
So i come to make a post. And wouldnt you know it! I managed to make it this far into typing this before i realise it rhymes some and flows. Its well fucking written. Damnit. What are the gods or fates up to now?
