I have been having such a horrible time this week getting my thoughts and ideas on paper. This happens to me every once and a while but usually I can get right back into the swing of things. Well I have written down some ideas but they are very rusty yet so they make little sense. I hope to be able to make it into something at some point.

Hope buries itself in her eyes.
Hiding in every corner
It holds on to her like a child holds its mother,
afraid to let go, to be consumed by its fears.

Her careful eye watches the doorway.
The footsteps outside pound on her thoughts.
Pushing out and playing back,
the happenings of just moments ago.