Words I thought of during a full moon
Back home I was so quick to wear my heart on my sleeve to the point that I overlooked discernment. Haven’t I learned that it took me a decade to build genuine ones? I was so distracted by the glittery dress that I forgot how basic necessities are keeping me sane. It is always good to share a table with another but let me come back home and dine with my kin. Longest nights Here is something from one writer to another. a good cry a remnant from the longest night Spectators would not know for they did not read your initial draft or see your “messy” handwriting which is alright to me. Onlookers would not stare for too long for they have already seen you in your gleam but I would because a piece requires familiarity with an aching part of the heart. Here is a note from the writer to a few people–her reader and passersby. The process and the fight are without pretty faces for it may involve weeping and pleading. There is always a heartbroken state before a masterpiece. One would not understa...