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Creativity is a curse

Or is it a prison?

Fuck I don't know.

All I know is that it hurts

Words chasing images chasing sounds

Around and around in my head

Never ending

Never slowing

Never quieting

Sometimes they move so fast you can't catch them

And then you're left with hopeless ness

With despair

Because that might have been the best you've done

And now it's gone

Who knows if it's coming back

You wouldn't

By R. Regan McCall, written 16 November 2020