Left me speechless
When you walked down The stairs,
All dark and mysterious,
You Only had eyes for me..
I was confused and numb..
What was I seeing?
I know now it was not a trickery,
Thus my lack of reaction.
Do you believe now?
When they were all against us.. I didn’t care.
Could we work out this in The end?
The Creative Process
I have been trying for a long Time to finish a story which I began writing a while ago. Stuff happens and then you realise or it seems as if it’s never the “right Time”. Are we defined by Time or by the choices we make in Time?
Here it is:
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