I wish there was a dwelling out there, meant as a home just for me. Somewhere with those like me; those that struggle to speak in a vocal manner. For the only way of communication in the residence of bliss is written. I want to go to a place that ink and paper bring us…
Tag: Imagination
To Imagine
I love to imagine that the sand-castle I built are a palace. I am the queen and the sea-shells are my gold. The dolphins laugh at my jokes and the mermaids are my people. The conch shells are my communication with the pirates. The ones on the sea who aren’t evil and only dream of…
Imaginary Friend
My imaginary friend is my only friend. He always waits for me on top of the mountain, pines surrounding his small form. Dandelions lead me there where the white butterflies roam. He waits for me and every time I find myself there, he has a smile set out just for me. He will lay out…
Soulful City
The Writer stands tall above the city. She is on the highest point of the most elevated building in the area, and she can see the furthest she’s ever seen before. She beams as she looks down at the people below her, hustling about as if they were a terribly immense and buzzing colony of…
Obsession With Snow
I have this obsession with snow, for it is something so tranquil to narrate to. When I realized how similar snow and I are were, how different we were not, I knew I had made an acquaintance. Our considerations and contemplations grew into a relatable desire of an idea that descended in a chill. With…
The Unsigned Writer 