Life As A Writer is a quiet place where I come to write mostly. It’s made up of squares that contain pieces of your heart and pretty design snapshots.
I believe in magic; what’s left of it anyway. My writing tries to hold on to nostalgia and attempts to explain why we’re broken.
I write about life’s stream of consciousness. I have interesting friends like the wind who has a soothing voice, the tree when it has something to say, the silent rock by the shore that often weeps, the languishing heart that’s always wanting to break and a mime who wants to speak. They all sound something like me.
I do wander in the cosmos to get away from the noise and ponder in space. I drink empty cups of philosophy that never cures the thirst for love or make me drunk enough.
I appreciate that your eyes have got this far. I’m made humble by your likes, reblogs, comments and messages.
Thank you for reading.
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