Why do you make me sad even when you make me happy? What is it in your laughter that wounds me even as it makes me whole? And why does your silence carry the weight of burdens yet to come? Your looks sometimes are arrows. Your words sometimes are spears. When anger comes upon you … Continue reading Gradients
Is it someone who writes every day? Someone who makes a living writing? Someone who sells books? Someone who holds the quiet of a room dear? Or is it perhaps someone who captures your mood? To me, a writer is, well, any person who writes. She doesn’t have to sell books. She doesn’t have to … Continue reading What’s a Writer to You?
Have you seen a beautiful woman rushing past you, her hair waving goodbye, her skirt flapping about her like wings? Was not time doing her a great injustice? Was not time mocking you? Time undressed her of you. Time did to her everything he wanted to. * Image: Original watercolor painting (c) AntigoniArtGallery
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