waltzingcat

Tap. Tap. Taptaptaptap. Indigo Steiner tapped her fingers on her desk, staring absentmindedly at the blank screen of her laptop. Waiting.... waiting..... Nothing was coming to her. Ah ha! She suddenly straightened up; her fingers springing to the keyboard. Avena was a....Oh nevermind. More fingertapping. Why was this so hard for her? She hadn't always had trouble with this kind of thing. When she wrote when she was younger the words would just spill onto the screen, or into a notebook, and her flow would last for weeks. But now, Indigo couldn't even summon a trickle of her past writing powers. What did they call this? Oh yeah. Writers bl

For every spilled tear, there's a heart For every drop of rain, there's a cloud For every silent wish under the stars There's an angel waiting Reaching out in silence Drawing back in darkness Spinning thoughts and words Hidden under the shadows of doubt When can we be sure That there is someone waiting for us Hoping for us Praying for us When can we be sure That light in the distance Isn't just another heartbreak Another shattering disappointment We can't be sure That someone will catch our tears And keep the clouds above our heads For every thought of regret There is a spoken word of sorrow For every star in the sky The