Why cant i meet those people ,
Writing their stories…
Leaving an indelible mark on us all
Penning the what could be and what ought to be…
Myriad characters with their variations…
Emotions enveloping them in their complexities
Where every step they take fills you with awe or trepidation..
Where you can paint their many pictures and welcome each one..with open arms
Why can’t I be there writing their stories..
Oxymoron, indeed. I have yet to update my blog with posts that have been hanging out in the draft section for over a year now. I have some great ideas(that’s what I think) but they don’t seem to materialize on paper or in this case on the RT editor. I think I should go back to writing in journals/diaries. Suits me better like many people who grew up in the 90’s( I am so not revealing my age). I stopped writing just a minute ago and was off to my dreamland wandering and wondering among other things if I should go make some more coffee/tea. Sometimes, I just assume that drinking more coffee will jolt me back to reality and I will actually end up doing something constructive. Bah !! Humbug! You say ? Continue reading