Drafts

some days no matter how you may try, no matter how much you want to say, the words just don’t seem to flow as they should. and so you abandon everything you started.  drafts piling up. not good enough, not quite right, doesn’t quite hit the mark. inspired for a moment and then the idea is lost, like that word on the tip of your tongue, hanging in limbo.  a virtual purgatory of sweet words unpublished, ideas scribbled while upset or shaken, thoughts of loss and recaptured love.   ‘where are you?’, ‘moonlight kiss’, ‘hot and cold’, ‘perfect flaws in perpetual beauty’.  works that are all started but not finished and may never be. forgotten and washed away with the click of a button…