What I love about reading, and of course the heart and soul of reading is writing, is being surprised. Like eating something you’ve never tasted before, or tasting something you have had since you were a child, but this time, this time it’s different. Better? The best? Or just different.
I came expecting advice and insight into how your mind works. What I was given was poetry, a love letter to life itself. I heard a song I’ve never heard before, but I instantly love it. I have to go back and re-read it now. Savour the scent, marvel at the choice of words and how they build upon each other.
The risk will rip your heart to pieces. The beauty mends it back, with Frankenstein stitches, wobbly and irregular, lit the first hem you tried to switch.
Yes. This will be one to cherish and re-read. The words slide and slip and kiss and devour me. They spun me inside the cocoon and I came out spreading my wings, glistening, spitting the dust from my tiny mouth.
Thank you for taking risks. When I heard about Polly and Molly I leaned to Molly and I'm glad I'm here. The risk-taking, the secret-storing, the honesty is refreshing. Somehow it saves me from depravity. The contempation and reflection about the real leads me into better fields.
What I love about reading, and of course the heart and soul of reading is writing, is being surprised. Like eating something you’ve never tasted before, or tasting something you have had since you were a child, but this time, this time it’s different. Better? The best? Or just different.
I came expecting advice and insight into how your mind works. What I was given was poetry, a love letter to life itself. I heard a song I’ve never heard before, but I instantly love it. I have to go back and re-read it now. Savour the scent, marvel at the choice of words and how they build upon each other.
More, please.
The risk will rip your heart to pieces. The beauty mends it back, with Frankenstein stitches, wobbly and irregular, lit the first hem you tried to switch.
So beautiful!
Wow! Brilliant.
🖤🖤🖤
Hvala, Heather. i'm crying like a bicth but feline all rite in this awe maze for a minute. thx, Z.
This is my favourite piece of writing I’ve come across in a long, long time. Brilliant.
Always perfect.
Yes. This will be one to cherish and re-read. The words slide and slip and kiss and devour me. They spun me inside the cocoon and I came out spreading my wings, glistening, spitting the dust from my tiny mouth.
Thank you for taking risks. When I heard about Polly and Molly I leaned to Molly and I'm glad I'm here. The risk-taking, the secret-storing, the honesty is refreshing. Somehow it saves me from depravity. The contempation and reflection about the real leads me into better fields.