The brief intermission that creeped into my creative journey has caused paralysis.
Every time I sit down to write, something grips my hands and stops me from moving on. It is not lethargy, not laziness.
The images this time are unusually vivid, the scenes sensuous, actors in an elevated state of existence.
Confusion, now is if I should go ahead and pen down all that comes to my mind or not. I am afraid that Angel might not quite relish it, for the content might appear erotic.
I get these unusual visions of how the two - the Angel and the Demon - have become inseparable.
I will continue to write on the Angel and the Demon if I am convinced that the Angel approves it. I doubt it, very much, because I believe that the Angel is yest to be ready to take wings.
Confusion confounded....!
Angel..., it's all in your hands. Help me, Save me.
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