Again, it is, that the moon siphons my ambition.

Stories on life support, their pulses faintly scratched in the black book I keep in my pocket.

I have wanted to have a book put together by now.

And yet, I have none.

Blogging, is my daily driver.  To write.  To have consistency.

I have a flash fiction story, in my orange notebook, written quickly in red.  Now it hungers to be read.

Excuses to not write, there are none.

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