A poem a day Keeps the demons at bay Allows the muse to play Changes the sky from gray
“What?” I cried. “New York City! For the weekend! Aren’t you excited?” She began to bounce up and down. “Why?” I asked. “Well, I’ve got a few jobs there this weekend, and there’s this big party tomorrow night…” She slowly trailed off. I shook my head. “Tupaia,” I whined. “You know I don’t do parties. … Continue reading What It Took To Realize- Chapter Three
My hand wants to keep writing Even though I don't know what to say It seems to do all the talking Please, muse, don't go away.