Sometimes
trumpets blare
and sometimes
the forest
is filled with
an uneasy silence.
On Writing Inspiration
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Sometimes
trumpets blare
and sometimes
the forest
is filled with
an uneasy silence.
I tried to write today.
Mostly it was just screaming at my laptop
in foreign languages
tearing up pages and pages
of paper
crumpling them up and
throwing them at the television
crying, there was crying
banging on the table
with both fists
in between staring contests
with my cat.
But!
In the end I managed to fix up
a chapter
in less than an hour.
Never give up on your day.