A letter sent ink split from seperate ends the pen has spent days hovering almost giving in to the temptation of the writer’s least important friend, vocabulary and meaning dulled down and put in words.

Indecisive understatement.
UPCASE!
Underline!
when faced with empty paper erasing for surely the very last time
Where do you go and what do you do when you stumble onto that place in your head?


Traveling swell smells of lemon candles and warm nights..
Or fire fights, or try and try or try to die as a fathers pride!

And maybe, just maybe you can start a line.

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