Writing time is scarce,
especially when the sun is shining all over the dust — swirling in its rays —
that I’ve been trying to ignore
so my fingers can sweep across my keyboard.
You’ll notice, it’s dust-free.
can't help telling stories
Writing time is scarce,
especially when the sun is shining all over the dust — swirling in its rays —
that I’ve been trying to ignore
so my fingers can sweep across my keyboard.
You’ll notice, it’s dust-free.