Just Write

Just write a simple statement, two words of encouragement from a queen to a knight without direction barely an audible command, more like a kind mediation before her castle becomes swept with an influx of information swarming with the usual chaos of days to pass along with activities too busy to step away Just write such a way to say nothing to act as a motivation or driving factor I'd protest, say in defense it's not that easy to overcome this drought, to drag out an idea to the surface kicking and screaming when it's been buried way to deep so far deep I'll need a drill to uncover what lies beneath beneath the music, the anecdotes, the memories, the catch-phrases Just write never thought two words could mean so much, too much too little time in too little time, what would take maybe weeks, months to take a solid thought to form yet longer for the machines to warm up get up and running Now it's in the span of days, a matter of days Just write she said without a thought, without a cryptic message behind it Just write a throwaway suggestion but it has me wondering her intention for it's working, it's working well too well, a tad frightening All the corners of my past escape the wormhole of my mouth long forgotten days of youth dredged up in present tense as if I needed more ammo, more material to try to make gold though all recent works are barely bronze Short, simple, sweet but here I feel I'm missing something, incomplete so I end this here with a question for the queen who left the notion hanging in the air Just write Are you really a queen or just the most powerful sorceress to take full control of me Perhaps it's just ill-advised delirium as the blood drains from the constant papercuts as they etch the final line ...