woods to myself
a disciplined dancer
knowing a poet
veer to his path
stumble along
flounder
land a fish
learn the ropes
always get up again
There are days of being lost in the woods, not knowing the fate, but just being a wanderer – That’s life -Anonymous
My truth at the moment… the freedom of wandering… letting loose! The excitement of new imprisons too… to feeling of anxiety, the unknown.
Your writing has such a natural flow to it which I love getting lost in.
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☺️ thank you …
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Take it day by day. Stay inspired. Let your writing help you work things out.
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😂 thanks!
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