~ Reduced to Ash ~

By Harem
Date: 2 April 2001

~ Reduced to Ash ~

I've lost my ability to write It's gone. Gone. You know what that means. Don't you ? Damn. I want to write so bad. But I can't. My mind is blank. No creativity. No rhyming, no rhythm. No tempo Nothing. I suppose I will never write again. I'll keep trying. But I doubt I will be able to. The words won't flow like they had. I'm feeling kind of sad. Like I lost a good friend. Like part of me is now missing But it has been replaced by something else. For almost a year now. I have been forcing my dreams to paper. Passions, feelings, memories Wants , desires , and fascinations poured out as liquid from my pen. Suddenly without warning the dreams have come alive. Instead of dreaming them I am now living them. So I can't write them Anymore. The dream has taken form and is breathing, and walking, and smiling Touching me every night. Calling me every day Smiling into my eyes Breathing my name as we love Caressing me with a tenderness so delicate Beyond my fascinations. Loving me with a depth More than I had asked for. Satiating me beyond my thirst A dream with eyes that see only me Hands that touch only me Arms that embrace only me A heart that beats to my own melody Gently he took the pen from my hand Using it to engrave my name upon his heart Then breaking it in half Throwing it into his soul's furnace Reducing it to ash So I cannot write anymore . ...

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