The Biggest Lie I Tell Myself
Always at the edge
a gazillion creative ideas hover at bedtime
like friendly little Caspers
A promise is made in the dark
to remember each in the morning
First thought after coffee in the morrow
Wherefore art all the brilliant sparks of genius
Clamoring for their light of day is futile
The clever rascals have fizzled yet
they are still there somewhere in the shadows
haunting and taunting
always at the edge
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I can definitely understand your struggle here! Ideas are slippery critters. The image of creative musings hovering “like friendly little Caspers” is very fun!
A fun slip-n-slide of sorts!
I typically write in my bed at night until I fall asleep and sometimes I’ll wake up from a dream and take notes
So envious!