I write books in cafes. I like the smell of coffee in the background and the music playing softly below the chatter. I like watching people come in and out while I type. I enjoy the light from the big windows, the sound of the coffee grinder, the squeak of the chairs. My mind can focus on creating the plot, involving the characters, thinking more deeply. I can focus.
I write poetry on my bedroom floor. The dappled light from my window splashes across the pages of my notebook, where I try to put words to an emotion. Everything is still, but my mind is a thunderstorm.
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Sorry for the lack of posting and for the awkwardness of this one. How've you been?
This is so lovely <3
ReplyDelete<3 thank you
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