Bruja

Well, that was stupid. I was trying to write a blog about my voyage in New York to impress a good looking girl sitting next to me. Typical boyish behavior. I wrote twenty lines real fast to showcase my dexterity at writing. I wanted to make her feel honored, for a writer was drumming his keyboard next to her. Those twenty lines had a pattern as the previous didn't even make a faint attempt to rhyme with the later. Utter rubbish. But I noticed a movement. All my brain cells, active when I actually started thinking about the topic to write tonight, started to die as the witch tricked me into the illusion of her looks. Like all girls, she took my creativity away and left me with a sinking feeling of failure as I failed to write something meaningful for the eleventh time in four weeks. That Bruja. That good looking bruja..