Finally..:)

A writer needs peace and quiet for inspirations to come swooshing and give the pen and ink it's connection...

I am a writer.

And here goes my final ode for the day:

"But welcoming the splash of the misty air made everything clear..." In the middle of vague reality and unclear visions, She decided to let go. As an unfamiliar melody rings in the background, It makes her think why she's running on sand... As the raindrops fall beneath her feet, The memories she kept holding on flew with the wind. With a drop of rain and a drop of tear, The Princess moved on. She writes her story with "Desperado", Pressing her face with the pillows. The timing has come, she thought so lightly... "You better let somebody love you, before it's too late" And there it is, She survived.



May 31, 2009
Cityland
7:03PM