Picking the quills out.

Open..please I need to tare a few thoughts outwriting them out isn’t working it’s leaving me with a sense of defeat as I’m trappedwithin the constant pressure of never succeeding as I read them and I feel defeated always defeatedalways knowing others have more wordsa larger vocabulary I do notbecause I’m arrogant and I hateContinue reading “Picking the quills out.”

Their eyes bring me back.

I go out in my dreamsslipping within other headsthinking thoughts that belong to them giving them a stronger voicewith the keyshitting the track pad finding spaces to make wordsrather than strings of letters.Stability is important,as a writer I feel planting roots within lifekeeps my mind aware and awake. My dreams appearand they play.As if duringContinue reading “Their eyes bring me back.”