Write from The Inside
I am a writer.
I pick up my pencil and paper, my red pen and markers, my eraser.
I perch at my standing desk, craft and re-craft, my fingers tap dancing along my laptop keyboard.
Good days or bad, rejection or praise, I look further inside. I move forward.
“Your vision will become clear only when you look into your heart….
Who looks outside, dreams.
Who looks inside, awakens.”