A Splash of Tonic
|Posted on April 15, 2018 at 12:00 AM|
Writing is hard. The words hurt when I put them to paper. It hurts when they don't come. The ink is my soul, bleeding over the paper, staining the lines with words and emotions that are meaningless to anyone but me. Sometimes they pour out like a dam has broken; other times they trickle. But any word written is better than none at all...just a blank page staring back with too many possibilities. Writing makes the heart sing, the wind cry, the leaves dance. It is raw; everything and nothing at the same time.