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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