A bit shell-shocked and not sure where it all went. Its been good recalling everywhere we visited on holiday. Now I must get back to normality. I have pages of notes and ideas for writing, just now got to find where to start.
I hope it will skip back into place, like riding a bike. We’ll see. Here is an example of what I will be working with.
A collection of broken-hearted lovers,
walking slowly with downcast eyes.
Carrying isolation on sagging shoulders.
looking for collision to free them from time.
I’ll see where this goes. The words above are taken direct from my notebook so forgive me for that. Next time, first rewrite.