Once again I am trying to bridge the gorge of a gap that my writing has fallen into. Give me a while as I shine my words and polish my punchlines. Thank you those people who handed me crutches as I limp back into the woods where the trees are my words.
The past few months have been nothing short of a storm. Giant crossroads have loomed out of the blue. Suddenly I find myself thrown into a very real world and my madness is the thin blanket I wear to escape.The sheer fragility of life seemed to present itself as the most dearest people and places gave way to dust. The precious cup of things immaterial is at the brim. It threatens to spill every once as I dodge and leap and run. Solitude has become a good friend in the thickest of crowds and Introspection good counsel. Silence good music.
Mercedes is working now. She is on her own. She is in a city far from home. She is at the Giant Crossroads. And so she has stories to tell.She is meeting new people every day. She is flying kites of dreams. She is breathing in new air. And so she picks up her pen again.
The past few months have been nothing short of a storm. Giant crossroads have loomed out of the blue. Suddenly I find myself thrown into a very real world and my madness is the thin blanket I wear to escape.The sheer fragility of life seemed to present itself as the most dearest people and places gave way to dust. The precious cup of things immaterial is at the brim. It threatens to spill every once as I dodge and leap and run. Solitude has become a good friend in the thickest of crowds and Introspection good counsel. Silence good music.
Mercedes is working now. She is on her own. She is in a city far from home. She is at the Giant Crossroads. And so she has stories to tell.She is meeting new people every day. She is flying kites of dreams. She is breathing in new air. And so she picks up her pen again.
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