Saturn – Sleeping At Last
This is how I struggle.
I start with a blinking cursor, a blank paper, one sharp, questioning pencil on my right hand and its tip dipped, put in my mouth and a beautiful mind.
I want to write about simple, ordinary, heavy, light, important, meaningful things, heaven materials which kisses, cuddles, warms, colors and loves my heart, spoils, pamper my soul.
Scribbled, spewed, I don’t care. I just want to write as if the last one I’d written would be indeed for the last one time.
I just want to be there.