Wishing I had the gift of words and the ability to feel the poetry flow from my fingers
But, I don't.
So you get me.
Just as I am.
Not a fancy writer. But still a writer.
Using my words to fill a sometimes random canvas.
Those random words are my story and my story is my life.
Daily finding joy in the black and white (and sometimes colored) ink on the pages.
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