Life mimicking life. Metaphorical weaving. I can’t seem to write any other way, this is how it originates in my mind. And yes like any other writer I am tortured by my own internal banter and annoyed by the relentless proclivities of it. Constantly making peace with the artist in me and always starting every damn essay with it too.
Norma Hiking Steep Incline's
Beautifully put as always
I loved reading this. Thanks my love!