Yes it happens a lot..at times a very beautiful work was up there in my mind
I put it down but it will never come as complete as I had thought of it
once only once I could do it,but before I saved it the light went off
and it was lost ,so I tried for hours again to put it back,but never
never ever will it come back like it came the first time..how depressing
it came in a very distorted way..how this mind works in a very strange way
yes things could fly away from off paper so easy,and we can do nothing about it
I really enjoyed this..
lovely write..
well now how did i miss this one? this is very light, i have to keep my eyes on it or it will float way. a very soft feel to this, and a lot of truth to it. i enjoyed this emily, very much so
Yes it happens a lot..at times a very beautiful work was up there in my mind
I put it down but it will never come as complete as I had thought of it
once only once I could do it,but before I saved it the light went off
and it was lost ,so I tried for hours again to put it back,but never
never ever will it come back like it came the first time..how depressing
it came in a very distorted way..how this mind works in a very strange way
yes things could fly away from off paper so easy,and we can do nothing about it
I really enjoyed this..
lovely write..
to the Lost Boys
I am no Wendy;
but my voice brings you back to me.
And you sit around my feet,
anxious for a story
or a kiss.
Listening to my words
spinning adventures,
like so much g.. more..