Every time I try to write a story of the now, I get lost in the found.
Knowing that my words are that but a reflection of my own being.
I write with intent to provoke or to promote, yet I freeze.
“This is my story!” I proclaim with observance to the irony.
The more I write, the more I answer, the more I question.
Sometimes I feel at best when I feel at rest.
Other’s, letting go and giving my mind and heart to the endless spread of the internet seems to be a great start.
Thank you for sharing your eyes and experience with me.
& Grateful for your Beauty.
, Until tomorrow.