She often wondered where to wander. She usually had a choice of urban or rural landscape, depending on the weather or mood.
The path ahead has never been seen through rose-coloured glasses. The thorns of her life had clashed with thorns on a dirt road, and a heart broken too many times could not easily discern the feelings hidden deep in the hearts of others.
Nevertheless, she did her best, non-judgmentally paving the way for understanding without humiliation, recognition without criticism. It was her way of dealing with it all and it really made her thrive.
About the Creator
Mescaline Brisset
if it doesn't come bursting out of you
in spite of everything,
don't do it.
unless it comes unasked out of your
heart and your mind and your mouth
and your gut,
don't do it.
so you want to be a writer? – Charles Bukowski
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