thetrueme
It started with "I love you", the hope, the fear. Follows is the rejection, the uncut thread, which keeps you hanging for years. The feelings slowly replace themselves, the thrill of the shared knowledge of a feeling present replaces itsel…
I stare at the bee sitting on the window ledge, afraid but still in conversation with my friends. "what are you doing? Leave the bee alone." "it's bugging me"
Writing. Boredom. Nothing. Inspiration can come from anywhere, the colour of the sky, a splash of water, the blankness of the paper on which you aim to write. Daunting as it is, a blank sheet of paper was once -many times over- the gateway …