Wrizzit
For everything, down to the scribbles.
For everything, down to the scribbles.
Once upon a time I wrote songs all the time. Not saying they were good songs, and I absolutely do not have much of a singing voice, but it was part of me being me. Don't know what happened, where or when or why, somewhere along the way it got set aside, so now if I sit to apply the muscles there, the page remains blank. Yet it keeps nagging with nudges and thought that need not be spoken, You know this is what you have to do.