Black pen on white paper Dark and light Intertwined creating something Magical
writing
Pieces of blank paper Clutter my desk I start to write But the words Stick to my insides And refuse to come out I sometimes feel myself Inside my own skin I watch myself And wonder if I am even Slightly interesting.
Day 30 Well, I’ve made it to the final chapter. I’ve graduated my first course in Badassery. It’s the kind of graduation that means that it’s now time to get to work for real. It also means, that I can’t rest on my laurels of completing this journey. I am proud of myself for not …
