I don’t sleep much anyway always thinking of one thing or another, how to make this, how to fix that, or about writing this that or the other.

Sorry this post is shorter than usual, I’m a little short of time, must sleep less !

Curse

It’s a curse to be creative, a curse to you and me, born a donkey amongst others that are all roaming free. We have to carry this burden, of imagination and doubt, carry it forever until our years run out.

All words Meadowhead Bard.