Tag: Inspiration
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Motes of the Unsaid
Like dry sand running through your fingers, faint susurrations of thought, ephemeral and non cohesive, falling in motes of the unsaid, creating a beach at my feet. Where is the torrent, the raging waters of inspiration? Where is the jumble and collide caused by the tides of imagination? I am marooned in the calm empty…
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Sloth & Coffee
Sloth and coffee,the weekend combination,that increases my frustration,with the lack of conversation,major loss of inspiration,so, another cup of coffee, give me extra angst with that! © ceenoa 9/6/2014
