You will hear thunder and remember me, and think: she wanted storms... ~ Anna Akhmatova
This quote made me think of something I woke up and wrote the other day...
As I heard the wind rustling over the long grasses outside, I shivered further down beneath the covers. It was a cold and forward wind.There's a slow truth coming, I thought to myself, and it's not going to be an easy one.
I write fiction and poetry and am listening more and more to my creative voice, which I had silenced for years. Whatever becomes of it, I cannot know..but it feels good to let the steam out of the kettle.