The haze in my head, recognise,
Dear page;
In words, I blacked your blank,
Of rage.
If I emerge not
To stain my shame,
Dear page;
Prognosticate.
Prognosticate: "he must be living the same page."
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The haze in my head, recognise,
Dear page;
In words, I blacked your blank,
Of rage.
If I emerge not
To stain my shame,
Dear page;
Prognosticate.
Prognosticate: "he must be living the same page."
Image
Hm, not fun, hope you soon will get back on track:)
I was sick for a week. I didn't put up anything. And hence the block. I'll post something up. Thank you for the kind words. :)
I think I am doing the same; seems these days I'm just thinking in circles
I know. It sucks to be caged by writer's block. Hope we get out of it. :)