Raindrops fall on my window like a dancer who's misplaced her steps, deliberately, maybe... elegant and dulcet....I lay in wonder. My mind is full, my heart is heavy....it is the opening to a great classic novel....but the next page is blank.
Inspiration is behind me...and I think too often of the past. I feel time slipping and I'm paralyzed...listening to the rain, sweet rain. Time stands still.
Though, in my heart of hearts, I know it does not.
I force my brain to challenge my heart as I often do. This leaves me confused everytime, yet I insist...just as the dancer on my window misplaces her steps over and over though she knows the tune.
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