So I've finally gotten somewhere with my writing... Thank the heavens for pirates! Or er... seas.
But it feels like I'm trying to push oatmeal through a linen cloth... it's that slow.
And I'm not anywhere near pleased. The only line I'm pleased with doesn't really fit anywhere at the moment.. gah! But at least I'm writing again, I will hopefully get better.
An extract from my sleep depriving work:
"You carry a hundered pounds on your back,
still you leave a steady track.
A compere yells:
Welcome to the picture show,
those old faces never telling; friend or foe?
Can no longer feel your legs, yet you feel every ounce,
as you keep wondering through these towns.
A warm sunrise begging
please take it slow,
you wore out your shoes 60 pounds ago."
I'll probably rewrite this a hundred more times. When I finish it, I'll probably "simplify" it. The cleaner the better...
And scratching your itches really do make it worse...
Goodnight!
xoxoxo
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