I'm just glad to be writing
No one described serenity as being this messy, this uncertainly as letters jumped together to form words. Words banded together to form sentences. Sentences, just as picky and desperate, started to group into small paragraph like towns. Eventually the paragraphs over took the pages and great cities with tall emotions and deep thoughts burst into bloom. Nothing had to make sense, not in the base of the matter as words flew across the pages. Black letters dancing across snow white sheets as feelings and thoughts flooded the surface. Maybe that’s where I stood in my understanding. Uncertain as letters turned to words until they flooded pages in great gasping breaths as I tried to keep my head above the water of fleeting emotion. Praying that my one joy would not be my demise.
The fairest has been chosen.
The fairest has been chosen.