Somewhere beyond these stubborn walls flows a stream, clear and pure, flooded with imagery but the floodgates are currently impaired. Visually anticipating the arrival of words upon words upon pages is becoming an overambitious task. Somewhere, buried deep, is an untold story waiting for release. It’s just a matter of time before it all comes bursting through the thin layer of membrane that’s been holding it all back. Yearning to write has become as necessary as oxygen but the suffocating blockade is sometimes exasperating. And so another hour of timeless trance begins.
© 2008 Cordell J. Larkin
