rabidpurplepuma

Someone came up to me once, his eyes were grey and soft, and he asked me, "Teach me how to write, please?"     Frowning, I looked at him, "Write what?" "Teach me how to write beautiful poetry, I need to be able to write poetry," he paused, "But I never know what to write about...."     In that moment I understood my friend's problem, "Okay," I said, "Write about the reflection of the sun's light on water. Write about how at sunset it bleeds its rays out onto the wet sand to create copper fields. Write about the gritty grip of that sand between your toes, like the most adoring lover it'll never let you go and you'll spend the rest of your