| Writter's Block 2 The wind exhales kinda like a mini hurricane embracing my hair kinda like a lover's hands. I think about my next brain wave. However I am held by these surroudings of loud solitude unaware of these thoughts and deams. I find it easier to read than write. I try to think but the power of this theme is drenching me, drenching me, uncontrolably, verbaly making me overcome. Plus the sweet smell of the ocean not so far away from me. I know I don't want to leave and I realise that I have been defeated by the works of nature in a peaceful way |