Tuesday, May 11, 2004![]() Pleasure is the title of this poem, written about writing.Pleasure The words that breathe from within separate my soul from insanity and I'm comforted by the tactile sensation of pen on paper, specifically. The smooth, steady flow of my brain, my hand, the ink on paper, soothing me, smoothing me, making me feel safer. Insulating me from any of life's... Sign in to see full entry.posted by Schatz at 3:47 PM Comments (2) (link) |
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