Poet/creative writer.
“In writing, the white paper walls leak mindless thoughts”
The first thing I see is the sky filled with green leaves. “Crystal” A voice so gentle and yet strong with intent. I would recognize that voice among with a million others.
By Robin Blackk5 years ago in Poets
A breath. That’s how it started. I have been crawling through the sticky mud that is my life. All I’ve known is the damp.