"i. they tell me they cannot comprehend art. where art is, whispers reside. ii. i tell them that the only art i need are the words that bleed onto paper. iii. they tell me it doesn't work that way. there are compromises for art. sports. science. history. iv. but i want to speak. there are moments that fleet...
Poetry and journaling of mine. Some in story form, some poetry, some late night rambles.
a series of thoughts that I will post when I randomly decide to write down what's going through my mind. [ lower case for stylistic purposes only. ] Written by: OneGirlNamedSara Best Rank: #89 Non Fiction (07072016) All Rights Reserved Copyright © 2016