The sun paints the rocks in blues and purples, a watercolour scene of unfamiliar shapes.
I am beyond jealous. I want to have the eloquence my lover has in her writing and I want to have the poetic way of writing both she and this other LJ user possess. I want to be able to form smooth, flowing sentences and all that business that I don't have.
But I continue writing and I continue posting.
Example:
One Man and Three Words