Writer

- My ever darling

I am living up to my name these days, or maybe dying down to it, depending how one is looking at things.
My forte, not looking at things.To be sure. There are parts of my fife that are simply blank walls when I journey to them. Behind black velvet curtains. Waiting for the axe to fall.

Writing takes going within, which is why I can`t even think of writing just now. Not even my journal.
On the other hand there is the constancy of love, which is you, and even when I can`t pull strength from it at times it anchors me just the same.

Indigo