I went for a walk today,
chilled to the bone,
I could not feel where they were.
I could not feel my legs
I wish it was my heart
that would have disappeared underneath the winter air.
-Thank you as always for your dedication and sharing your comments, feedback and emotions with me, as a writer, that is how I live, from the criticism and admiration of my breathing.
“Me and the pen, we are one. If its ink would cease to flow, my ink would cease to flow.”