Category: Writers Block
There is a quiet place, where the world seems calmer. I wish I could go there. I often think of what it would be like to have some place I call my own. A place that is quiet and quaint. Some might say to give it time, but time holds me in the hollow part of reality, where the storm tears the flesh from these bones. I sigh, without a thread to start this tapestry. This tapestry of hopes and dreams that I’ve always had to share with everyone else in order to have it. I could never run full speed in the light, I always had to wait for some ok, or approval from the world. Whenever I find my starting point, I get stuck in someone else’s reality, where everything is planned out to there standards, and so, I hope for inspiration to write of the things that are beautiful and that make me feel alive, but in truth, I can’t yet find my quiet place, maybe tomorrow.
Very good.
Reminiscent of William Wordsworth's "Lines written a few miles above tinturn abbey".
Bob
Hi Rose. That was awesome. Admire your work. That quiet place is there, and someday you'll find it, perhaps stumbling on it by accident. But your writing will take you to that place.