I write because I read. I read because I write.
Creative juices flowing, outpouring, unceasing, unyielding. I want to ask how, why, what, when and where. But I won't. ‘Cause I don’t even care. So, go flow, go show don’t slow. — 12.11.2015 ©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer Photo credit: Unsplash Originally written for Blogging University’s WRITING 101: Intro to Poetry Day 5 Assignment.
My task is simple. Determined, I walked towards the old yellow bus that will leave before 10 a.m. I sit still. I need to focus. I have to stop thinking. Because I may have doubts. —— We finally gave our final kisses. This is not our last goodbye but I can’t stop the tears. I… Continue reading The Yellow Bus
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