~Alphabet Soup~

This shouldn’t be too hard, right? There’s only 26 letters in this language I write. All these shapes float down from the sky, A truth, a wish, a dream, a hope, a desire, a lie. Letters rain down on my unfiltered mind, Whetting my muse with abstracts, images, words I find. All these shapes swim

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~Inspired~

The wind is blowing, like an angry god huffing his resentment. The flame by which I write is flickering in a subtle draft, I linger over my memories as I explore my craft. Words flow freely in the gentle light, capturing them before they escape in the billowing dark. The ideas I inscribe until I

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