Writers Dream

 

 

In dreams the stories write themselves

They play out like a movie

Each character, their honest actions

Each soul, their true to self words

It flows endlessly, a current of creation

As the eyes open

It vanishes like a TV set turned off

Leaving only remnants

Of actions, words, desire to flow

In dreams the stories write themselves

They play out like a movie

And in reality we are left

To gather these scattered pieces

And create a new every word they whispered

Our hands, this keyboard, that pen

Our only aid in that task

This our lovely drug of choice

 

Author's Note

Cp. 5:39PM Tue 05/20/08 'Move' Thousand Foot Krutch ok, a thought on writing, burning straining eyes, ok (Typed, House)

Reviews

[Donald Meikle]

It's a lot like dreaming but with instantaneous rewrite and forking plot lines.

[Astrid Hamilton]

I like to think of writing as the love drug of choice. Mine too.
What AN experience!

=)