I scribble on the blank spaces in my novels, much more than I journal I speak with my books, which I don’t let you borrow I see empty spaces and I fill them up with […]
Category: writing
I Promised You A Poem
I promised you a poem at dawn when we’d end the smile you wore last night would be the best I would ever write I promised you a poem that would kiss you with no […]
A Search For Answers
I write not because it makes me a better person, but because only words can trap what my eyes saw in a look. I paint with my words, what my eyes narrate. I let my […]
