Inside your Bubble

"I saw the image of you holding a drink... but you were smiling. That's ironic, because I read your musings on passion. I've experienced passion. I have experienced tawdry passion that will both haunt and excite me long into my twilight.  I have been driven mercilessly by the curse of passion that never lets me sleep for long. I have been soothed in fevered dream by the fleeting passion of the mere memory of her kiss.  

Do you fancy yourself one of us? Are you now a writer, Sir? Because I think I'd recognize the scent. I only ask because, although writers do drink, we rarely smile when we do. Like ex-drunks, there is no such creature as an ex-writer. When the pain is too much to bear, writers drink. When the pain is excruciating... we write."


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