It all begins with a click.
Instantly diving into the creative abyss.
With images and writing so blindingly bright.
As I fall through the literary expanse day and night.
I try to keep up.
I write write write.
Thanking all those stars for sharing their light.
Like fireworks bursting with insight.
I’m writing this poem to put off what’s next.
Dreading my daily death by push up.
The end.
I love it!
Love your posts, so flying is not difficult : )
You are so kind and poetic. Thank you.
I’m watching out for the ‘highs’ yours give me!
Cosmic push ups get brighter with every death-defying leap!!
*hugged*
Group hug. 🙂
I know this place.
You describe it like it’s yours.
I know it’s mime.
: )