Fall into the flow

Only when I am trying to shut off my thoughts does my subconscious dance freely.

It’s a game we both play – a wicked dance.

When I need you or want you – you can’t help but saunter off into the corner.

Tucked away in comfort, drifting towards dreams you pull me out of bed.

A single scene, a glib piece of dialogue or a character that I know I’ve met but can’t place.

All entertainment, value and stories I need to hear but they don’t exist.

How can it be?

How can I put them down in words?

It will become an obsession –

It will eventually torment me – 

Maybe that will be enough. 

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