Sometimes it feels
That there’s nothing to write
Still words meet the page
Ideas flow in spite
Of the fact that I think
Inspiration has fled
There’s something to write
Till the day that I’m dead
A Poetic Dive into the Creative Unconscious
Sometimes it feels
That there’s nothing to write
Still words meet the page
Ideas flow in spite
Of the fact that I think
Inspiration has fled
There’s something to write
Till the day that I’m dead