breaking out of writer's block :p

[SweetSativa]

It sits on my head and in my throat, empty
On the tip of my tongue, the edge of apathy
Weird how some don't know this lapse
because they don't know the passion- the addiction
They don't know the complete ecstacy
the utter godness in our creativity
Some strange feeling that we need
and noone knows why
connected to the muse
who needs us as we need them
the 'writer in the sky'
or my own crazy

[Mafoo]

i like it

slave to your art