I want to have the book fully written (not edited, just written) by the end of November, at the very latest. The title of the book is 2203.
My Sister’s Old Bedroom
Fair warning: I did not plan this post, nor did I proofread it. Proceed at your own risk.
It’s Pouring – Revisited
There's nothing left inside// the ink well is dry, my hand was stayed// nothing more to confide// silence on an empty stage
On the Sill
My heart gets away from me sometimes No, I'm not talking about love Nor apathy, nor hatred Simply this: Have you ever had a dream One bigger than you thought you'd ever think One that makes your heart race so fast, you figure it surely must be It Ah, that wonderful It that is so... Continue Reading →
December Rose 