do you ever read writing?

“Do you ever read writing
and wish that it was about you?
That you caused the epic fucking swell of emotions?
That you were the only one capable of the rescue?

Do you ever read writing
and feel it so intensely?
Like every word is an angry and desperate misfiring neuron?
Like every line break is a welcomed necessary reprieve?

Do you ever read writing
that you just don't want to end?
With sentences spilling like sand through your fingers?
With images appearing and then dissipating like sea smoke as temperatures inch upwards?

Do you ever read writing
and realize that it is yours?
And wonder if you can ever achieve it again?
And wonder…”

Then she put down her pen, put her journal in her night table and tried, once more, to get some sleep.