Words, like birds, seem to float just out of reach on currents that move unseen. And the muse, as fickle an entity as history provides, is like clouds that shift and change, forming shapes but inherently unpredictable. Yet somehow, when muse and words come together, something good happens.
Nomadic Writer
Nomadic Writer
Nomadic Writer
Words, like birds, seem to float just out of reach on currents that move unseen. And the muse, as fickle an entity as history provides, is like clouds that shift and change, forming shapes but inherently unpredictable. Yet somehow, when muse and words come together, something good happens.