Words spilling out. My fingers can’t keep up with the thoughts in my head.
The scenes unfold behind my eyes. The screen disappears. The keyboard, gone.
I’m immersed in this world, self-created.
In my world, anything can happen and sometime does.
In this imaginary world my fantasies bleed, cry, kill and give life. They lust, love and hate.
All this is done with a key stroke, at my whim.
This is my drug of choice.
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Thank you so very much Kind Sir! ❤ ❤ ❤
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This is fantastic, I love it Penny!
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Thank you!!
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Reblogged this on Penny Wilson Writes and commented:
My drug, my addiction, my choice! 🙂
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Unique wording. I can relate…I guess all writers can. 🙂
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Thank you!
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Love it.
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Thank you Joy!
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