Daily Vernacularisms

Catching Fire (by AmyJanelle)

My inspiration is empty. My heart is strung out to whisper clandestine words to the wind, and yet, the rain doesn’t dampen me. Rather, it’s enlivening as I discover my secrets, desires and voice again. One day I’ll be a better writer, but for now, this will do.

Catching Fire (by AmyJanelle)

My inspiration is empty. My heart is strung out to whisper clandestine words to the wind, and yet, the rain doesn’t dampen me. Rather, it’s enlivening as I discover my secrets, desires and voice again. One day I’ll be a better writer, but for now, this will do.