The
Needle Hits
Creativity
is a drug I cannot live without
it
is the oil of my soul
the
food I eat when you are not around
It
is the skin I shed to reveal my true self
the
heart I have been trying to find for years
the
words I use to describe the moment when you first entered my life.
Without
creativity, my life would be empty full of holes.
In
order to stay alive, I must suck on this drug that is inside me.
My
body and soul will wither like the flowers in drought,
shriveled
and dry.
I
need a constant supply of creative juices that flow
through me just as blood flows through your veins.
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