I’ll be honest. I have nothing new to say today. Still researching (though less frustrated). Still editing (very slow). So instead I’m going to share one of my completely random jottings from my equivalent of one of Emily’s (of New Moon) Jimmy books. I don’t think there was any actual point to it when I wrote it. I was probably just going through a myriad of emotions and was trying to relieve my poor brain. But I still think there is kind of a distant beauty to it, so decided to share it.
I am a rose in a world of dirt I am a sun in a sea of plants I am as lost as an orphan in a crowd I am as confused as a bird in a house of glass I am a poet seeking a poem I am a leaf taken from a tree