Thickets under the sun
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I took a walk to clear my muddled head. I took the road that no one saw.
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I took a walk to clear my muddled head. I took the road that no one saw.
Recently, I was doing a mundane act, and had a profound thought.
The burden I carry can't be fit into a mere square.
The book feels too close to reality, and I had a hard time believing it was fiction.
'Handwriting like print'—write one page a day by copying a news piece from your local paper on to your notebook. Adhere to the exact shape, size and weight of the font on the newspaper.
In a jungle of mayhem I lost myself. Feathers ruffled, eyes groggy and feet pressing heavily on the ground.