600 Thank You

Lack of inspiration gnawing at my fingertips, Knowing my writings can be better than this. Blank spaces fill my mind with gaps in information, Filled with anti-depressant formula sedation.

Still I get comments that push me ever forward, Flowing through my brain, lifting weight off my shoulders. I want to thank each one of you in person, For reading, relating and making me have a purpose.

Yet I am rendered on a screen to try and thank you, Knowing they are just words typed out with a dull hue. I just want you all to know I mean when I thank you for your support, I'll keep writing for the eyes that read what I wrote at work.