I'm not a great writer. Not really even a good writer at that. All I know in I always feel compelled to write things down. About anything and on anything. My hands my arms. A short story post-it. A list. A journal of my life. My dreams and desires. My failures and success.
I guess I understand you don't have to be amazing to write. As long as it moves me and maybe someone else, then I might be able to write.
I'm daydreaming my life away......I'll go out the way I came in...daydreaming.
I live in Seattle. I want to go somewhere new. I don't have the option right now but I'll see this city through. When I bounce and leave behind the emerald dust I roll in. My lungs will be free to pumps new dreams into my soul. Good things take time. Great things always shine.