Got2speakonlyfe

I’ts been a while. I’m back now as I’m happily consumed by my thoughts of you. A nonstop muse in my presence. It makes no sense, a self-acclaimed writer with the passion of a pulitzer prize winning novelist has been missing in action, how does this happen? Lack of inspiration? The meantime blues. Maybe. Baby. But I’m stagnant no more. I’m so sure that what we have is deserving of my words as they hit this paper. Like you hit me. Got me jotting rhyme schemes. You’re so special to me. And so…I switch up my style, hop scotch over the many genres. Free verse, burlesque or an ode to you. My dear, when you are near, its more than enough for inspiration. And so, I write again.