Thoughts of a Mad Man

Waiting with baited breath

There is a strange need for nothing


and the words don't always come, do they?


You know. The blank that you draw that doesn't seem to want to go anywhere, doesn't budge doesn't open or close but only stands, holding you breathless hostage


It [is] like that sometimes.


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Excerpt from a rush write today.


I think it might have more to do with the dark music pumping in the background.


I think perhaps the best thing I have ever written is a snippet on writing.com, "The Moment I Knew" .