The Wreckage

These seas feel so empty I drift endlessly waiting to see land waiting to get off this wreckage. Give me space with shooting stars and galaxies. give me hope and a kiss safely planted on my lips. I will float I will paddle until I see shore. The storms are tiring my splintered soul the…

Magic Pen

  There is no magic pen that writes our stories for us Imagine the disappointment when I found this out. This whole time I thought something came over writers and they just magically, with little effort had complete stories written and in order. There are a few people out there capable of doing this but…