Writing is always portrayed as this magical process where you sit in front of a screen long enough and eventually your brilliance will spill out on the page. Sometimes this is true, and it’s like you have a personal movie theater in your head. Then other days it’s a struggle to get to the end ...

Exhaustion devours my body – I cannot take anymore   With heavy eyes weary arms slither slowly behind your back   You cradle my head in your pockets   Like an unwritten journal my secrets held   Cheeks cradled in your smoothness allow my dream catcher to prevail   Firmness maintained sweet whispers attained transports ...