Addicted to Change
And then it all comes out, like a waterfall, all at once, after such a time of writers block- it flows.
Millions of thoughts cross your clouded mind, completley overwelmed yet hungry to get pen to paper until you stop and realise why the flood gates opened.
The un merciful plague that left you 400 pages, many lonley months and too many bottles of wine down last time around.
When you get so good at dealing with it that you can predict every wave of emotional backwash that will roll you over.
I don’t fear change, however much the bastard fucks me off, I do however fear, my ever growing addiction to change; as if I crave to be re broken in over and over again.
Don’t lie to a woman. It breaks us. We know. We always know.