1. What do writers do when they have too much to say? 2. How do they stretch time in order to fit in all they want to say? 3. Do you sometimes feel overwhelmed by the thoughts in your head and just opt for silence instead?
Today, I stretched all the way to the door and thought I would leave. My arms held me tight but I was also reaching out. From the outside...
I am standing still. The sky swoon Over my glaring soul. The moon in angst Over a lover who fell On my shoulders. Everything, pressing On...
i Mother says there are locked rooms inside all women; kitchen of lust, bedroom of grief, bathroom of apathy. Sometimes the men – they...
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