Writing is hard work, crazy and sometimes fulfilling.Na, let’s just ponder for a moment. This might be a poem, but I’m not so sure. It might just be the rambling of a crazy lady… We may never know.
Descriptive writing, descriptive dying, brain don’t fail me now.
Pajama’d legs, I’m working, no I’m actually playing Farmville.
Need to function, the next few lines is my ticket to the big time.
Write, write, write, never quite enough, strive for more and fight the block.
Death from above, sleep never comes.