Catching Inspiration

This is not my language.

I write words, and my heart aches for their blindness, their ineptitude.

Foolishly I have gone on a journey without lantern or map.

Selfishly I seek significance in the darkness, reaching out for tendrils, a line to grasp onto, a hook to draw me to the surface.

But I am them all; caster, lure, and fish.

The act is made known, and the thought slips back into the dark, the bait gone.

Frustrated, I have said nothing.

Hungry, I look out across the waters, knowing the bounty that lies beneath, awaiting capture and consumption.

 

 

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No Fishing.
by PascalCampion
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