She wept because there was nothing left to say. So much bliss. So much happiness. So many words that were already said and written. Nothing lost, everything gained. Just another day in the life of a writer.
She wept because there was nothing left to say. So much bliss. So much happiness. So many words that were already said and written. Nothing lost, everything gained. Just another day in the life of a writer.
reflections of an unquiet mind 