I couldn’t wait to write all day. All it takes is 15 min to detox or vent. To cleanse the pallete of the mind from utter chaos of mesh to a crystal clear zen.
It is like medicine some say, and for me it has been my survival mechanism. Every time shit gets down, I turn to the pen. But I am not surviving anymore, I am enjoying life and even then I turn to it. Could it be my hand was meant to do some writing? jaja
It’s my dream world, my escape, and sometimes my world is more beautiful than the one I see daily.
really, it is. I wish I could take you there one day. It’s my Neverland, if you may.
stay sweet, lovelies.