I KEEP COMING BACK
Sometimes i find myself staring at an open page for hours, joggling the words in my head and dreading the critical eyes and minds of my readers. So i take my eyes off the page and go about the day's activities, silencing the words as the play out in my head. At the close of the day, i realise i cant fool myself. For I had carried my blank page in my head all day long. So i find that no matter how far from it i go, i keep coming back to my open page. Feels like i was born to do this. So i write, the fears not withstanding. Like an addict, I just can't stay away.