17h
I write on paper,
A lot more,
Since the last six months,
It feels better,
Than staring down a screen,
Where I tie my artistry,
To the last echoing words,
I wish I let them pull me out,
Of all this,
Much sooner.
A lot more,
Since the last six months,
It feels better,
Than staring down a screen,
Where I tie my artistry,
To the last echoing words,
I wish I let them pull me out,
Of all this,
Much sooner.
My cousin gifted me a book of writing prompts I love, those plus a new notebook have been filling my writing fix.
