The Challenge of Making Peas with the Past

I had my trusty pen at hand and twirled it for the longest of times, letting Peace bounce back and forth between thoughts and memories.

Peace

Peace

Peace

Peace

Peace

Peace

Peace

Peace

Peas

Peas

The blank white paper was starting to glare, you see.

A sentence started to take shape.
Very Patronus-ish.
Wispy white words, stumbling together at the edge of my magic wand-like mind.
Cewah.

"Writer's block on a topic that needs it. Finally!"

**
(Added much, much later)

And yes, I may not fully understand the discomfort (hatred still being too strong a word).
But I get it.
It made a nice nest outside my window once upon a time.


But like everything else in this worldly world, things will fall into place.

Peas out!