Sparks

Sitting alone last evening listening to some music I felt the urge to write and write I did. It was like a fire was lit under me. The pen was just moving like I wasn’t in control (probably wasn’t). It was one of tear shedding experiences. You know like dayum I’m glad I got through this one WHEW!!! I realize this is a day by day thing but at least my pen is moving.

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