Till we meet again,
in the privacy of dreams.
I long to close my sleepless eyes,
just to feel,
your touch upon my skin.
In secret, 61 more words
I love to write, and I can’t write without pen and paper. I’m not sure if it’s just something that I’ve gotten used to, but I can’t gather my thoughts without having a pen on hand, plus a sheet of paper to pour my thoughts in during sudden bursts of inspiration. 90 more words
it’s hard to write. last night visiting friends with partners, babies, and puppies on the north side…ie:the country. felt so good to sit in their back yards, drink tea and wine, feel the cool air and space around me, cradled by bushes and the vast open sky. 576 more words