Write Away...

"Siano gradite davanti a te le parole della mia bocca e la meditazione del mio cuore, o Eterno, mia rocca e mio redentore." -Psalm 19:14

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Località: West Linn, Oregon, United States

"Perhaps it would be better not to be a writer, but if you must, then write. If it all feels hopeless, if that famous 'inspiration' will not come, write. If you are a genius, you'll make your own rules, but if not - and the odds are against it - go to your desk, no matter what your mood, face the icy challenge of the paper - write." ~ J.B. Priestly

ottobre 11, 2005

Home


There were copper-colored ponies,

There was air
That smelled like rain,
And the moon shone out in daytime
When I first learned your name.
And though the clouds a-quickly moved in,
Though the path
Looked overgrown,
The time that I spent talking to you
Made me feel
Like I was home.

(Music/lyrcis from As Told By Ginger)