A different kind of drug.

Words float across the paper,
Written in the blackest ink.
I stop and think.
Then continue.
I can’t stop the words,
From coming to my mind,
From flowing across the page.
It’s an obsession,
An addiction,
A drug.

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  • Jennifer R. on Aug 30, 2009

    I feel the same way, but I couldn’t have said it better.

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