a writers bliss..

a writers bliss lives in the verbs..
a writers bliss is more yes more than words.
bliss
blissfully
yes me no not you no yes oh fck it we..

a writers bliss journeys to no route.
a writers bliss prolongs the longest song ever wrote..
he calls i call i end we begin as usual this repetition starts over AGAIN

i thought bliss made sense
so if it isnt bliss then it may be my haven..
i ask for none i mean well i receive none thoughts are like spells..my vision is no longer clarity and i yell..
powerless is beyond expectation an antonym couldn't reiterate it..

a writers bliss or so its called i love my words or maybe i shouldnt of spoke at all.