the pages are blank and
room empty, but
there is something there,
hidden beneath the spaces unfilled
That's the first stanza of one of my poems. It says it all. Writing. Writing. Writing. Writing. Writing. Words on a page speak to the mind as music speaks to the soul. There's fiction, poetry, essays. There's love, comedy, heartbreak, memories, dancing, torture, fantasy, sarcasm, style.
"The pages are still blank, but there's a miraculous feeling of the words being there, written in invisible ink and clamoring to become visible"
~Vladimir Nabakov
write, read, listen
Heather
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