I've not really journaled in a long while. I've had lots of remarkable experiences, but I can't seem to find the right words to capture them.
And this time, I won't force it.
The concept of fluidity comes into play.
Let things flow as they choose to.
And so will I apply my pen. The words are static. And so I'll wait.
YOU ARE READING
Bedroom Whispers
Non-FictionThe bedroom holds sacred territory for me. The bed, its altar. One upon which I've offered sacrifices, so many to count and recall. One upon which I currently lay as I once more pay my dues, in taps and clicks. I miss the days when the gods were co...
