Existing to be a portal of my thoughts, frustrations, jubilation, and experiences on my writing path. Being in exile has affected me in ways I didn't begin to comprehend until I started writing. I am fairly new to the literary world, but I am coming up on my way...fast.
Baltimore Inner Harbor and Downtown
view from on top Federal Hill
The world is full of beautiful people and it's easy to misjudge where to allocate your affection...there is mass confusion as throngs mistake lust for love and tears create trenches on disfigured cheeks...where once was beauty now lies experience as life, in its infinite giving, bestows upon the being the gift of sight...many- still- shun the gift and continue stumbling in the same rut, unable to escape the folly that grasps them with a soft, iron hold...whether that is faith or hope or a concoction of both, I don't know...but I certainly have been known to sit and stare, wondering what, if anything, I would do in such a situation...wondering what I did in that situation.
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