as usual, this post started in my head and right now that fabulous introduction I was thinking up has disappeared.
I want to try something new. Maybe I lie a little. It is not that I want to. It is that i am desperate to. I don’t think anyone likes to admit that they are desperate.
I write because it is my perfect escape into myself. The audacity to reveal my world into reality. Just like the scriptwriter before the movie goes into distribution. I might have stretched it a bit.
I am seated in my room. In the dark. I can see light in the hallway. I have so much work to do but I do not know where to start. Actually, I’d rather not start.
This entire post was about a thorn.
Yeah, I surprise me too…