Tonight I write...
The moon is three quarters full and sits bright and quiet in the night sky, something you can always count on. The artistic formation of the english alphabet beacons and calls to me, so like a man possessed I sit here with the words swirling and twirling around in my always tired mind, something you can always count on. The playlist is made and the headphones are on and I write as the world sleeps. I fall to my hidden passion of self expression trying to make a difference in mine and your humble... Sign in to see full entry.