No way, just yesterday, when i was high on this wonderfully strong coffee, my mind was racing with stuff to write in this space. Now, facing this blank white page, I try to recall what they were and come up with nothing. Oh and this is me running on Strong Coffee:
I fly not walk,
I natter not talk,
I smile too creepily,
I stare too intensely,
I zoom around in my head
like a skitterring black spider with 12 legs.
My Hate is more potent,
My Desires more fervent,
Of course, I don't get I want,
but gloominessis too slow to creep in,
So anger takes over,
leaving me restless.
But
when I'm euphoric,
it's a wonderful feeling,
I su