“Sometimes!”

Surrounded I am

mementoes collected over the years

Snuggled with cup of chai

Fingers wrapped around the pencil

sharpened, ready to go

lamp lit brightest

announcing end to another day

desk accompanied with a chair

one I never picked

nervous fingers make movements

gesturing words and sentences

looking for the rhythm,

breaking out of the block.

Sometimes I think

writing is just my escape

to the land of almost awake!

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