something i wrote at a writers workshop...
please try not to be harsh, it was rushed
The rustle of pen and paper,
Stranger's ideas coming into creation.
This is fiction, this is the one true love they can always rely on.
The joy of creating,
The love and passion given so willingly.
The flowing ideas coming and coming.
The love, fustration, joy and anger,
All expressed for only chosen eyes.
