an ode to the slumbering Prose. community

let's get the ball rolling again

let thoughts tumble out of your pen

I can see the unwritten words underneath your skin

and I know you think

you're out of words worth writing

and I know you think

you're sick and tired of suffering

the life of a writer

was never nothing but tired

but there is a fire

I see it in the way

you watch the world go by

there are flames in your eyes

and I know you think

that Prose. is slowly dying

but we are all very much alive

so raise your voice high

and help me rekindle this light

surrounded by the shadows

of what remains unwritten