Writer's Block: Love is timeless

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So long as the love is true (along with the understanding, patience and faithfulness that this presumes) on both sides, age should never be an issue.

Flying Low

Still at a low altitude, mood-wise.
Unfortunately, while distracted by this, the ME Imp is exploiting the chance to throw a whole battery of symptoms at me.
Constantly tired-but-wired, joint pains, brain fog, etc, all trying to outdo one another.
My hand chose to forget it was holding a cup today and simply let it fall. Fortunately, I'd finished the coffee first. Still, it's about time, given all our recent scientific advances, that someone invented bouncing pottery.


I need to get the frustration out onto a page.
I've got the urge to purge.
I need to have a stanza bonanza.
But I feel rhyme-bound.

My brain is stuttering so much that I can't keep a grip on any line of thought for more than a few seconds.

Bloody frustrating. 

Perhaps tomorrow.