Writing Is My Heart

Im married to writing but I'm cheating on her with music. Both of them give me the release I need but music is like the light to my cigarette An ointment made just for my soothing My wife likes to block me sometimes to the point where there's a big stop sign enabling the pen from touching the paper. When we can't see eye to eye I leave the cursor blinking and turn on my stereo Within seconds I am Alice squeezing through small doors And bobbing my head like a toy figurine. I am in music's bedroom And as the beat began it raps itself around me luxuriously like a new mink coat. And way after were done I keep humming her song because it's stuck in my head, I arrive home to writing only to see the blanking cursor still waiting for me blinking tentatively like a wife tapping her feet waiting for an explanation. I caress her, and make sweets words appear. Soon the cursor is going down and the white on the page is no longer empty. Instead we merge, her heart to my mind, my mind to her heart until we develop our daughter which can now be called my first novel. This is why she's my wife because she's takes away the empty and the hallow. She's shows me how to take this roller coaster ride I'm on and turn it into a amusement park. She is my blackboard, I am the chalk. I like being the chalk. Music is just a recreational activity, writing is my heart.