Ravished

I was ravished by the words that flowed in familiar tones as they glided across the page. I was ravished by my pen that with symmetrical reasoning writes between the lines, whatever that is suppose to mean. I was ravished and seduced into world beyond my understanding as my pen danced with words in clusters of mediocrity. I was ravished and ravished again that looking back became a toil, something I will never do again. I was ravished into doing whatever I do best, whatever that may be. I was ravished into it. 15 November 2011