As I removed the leach from my heart I remembered where I lost my brain.
Now the man who only loves things that can't or won't love him back got another chance.
I replaced the shame of regret with a sudden swell of honest wordplay.
I walk sweaty and hungry into the dying sunlight, I thirst for a sweet release to my new day of inspiration.
creative monsters are quickly escaping from the sewers of my mind.
The leak quickly becomes a spill and I hesitate to cap it and use my pen until the ink runs dry.