I’m at the blue stage
Our hearts far away, mourning
Music hugs the void
A rambling Curious George who just doesn’t stop writing, doesn’t stop thinking, and never stops exploring.
Feel free to tag along in my pursuit of wonders. 🪐🎨
How does it work?
Reading subscribers this morning and there is a whole lot of blue! How will they make this decision?
More stories from 𝒟𝒶𝒾𝓈𝒽𝒶 𝒲. and writers in Poets and other communities.
Padded history Each blue thread tells a story Sewed in deep glory
By 𝒟𝒶𝒾𝓈𝒽𝒶 𝒲.3 years ago in Poets
patience pushing through provocation and pain with poise passively plastered on unperturbed faces papering over the cracks formed
By ali3 days ago in Poets
Devours choccie eggs, A chocolate smorgasbord, Stomach-ache ensues. * Thanks for reading.
By Grz Colma day ago in Poets
They said she was ill. - Ill? What’s the deal, Annie thought. She was only 5. She spoke to angels, told them, “I want to be healthy… I want to be free.” They said, “Not yet. This is not for nothing. It has a meaning. Everything’s going to be alright.”
By Maya Or Tzur6 days ago in Fiction
Comments (1)
Reading subscribers this morning and there is a whole lot of blue! How will they make this decision?