Sophie van der Linden

More than an Omen to me

Darvid awoke to the distinct sound of someone feverishly scribbling pen to paper. For a brief moment, Darvid questioned if he was physically hearing his own thoughts. It was as if they were expanding audibly out of his mind, across his head and back into his ears in an infinite feedback loop. He had a new poem in his mind for months and had not yet managed to get it down in ink - could this be it?