Tag: freedom

And She Wrote On…

She stopped writing. No rhyme. No real reason. She stopped, because it’s the one thing she could control; those words. Her legs are shaking, they tremble with unknown fear. The leaves are crunching as a junkie coughs and walks down the alley next to her house. Let. It. Go. It’s all dying away….           The dead season is…

Letting Go of the Past on Henpicked Today!

I had an idea for a piece. It was this one. Writing it didn’t take long. However, finding the words to translate took more than half a year.  Sometimes, before I can write I have to live. I have to notice the joys around me. I have to put down my emotional book bag, and lay in the sun.  I…

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