In my paradoxical way, I somehow get more work done when I have less time to do it.
What’s the way home? There are so many ways I’ve taken, Countless roads that have led me here. Some were paved and offered no resistance, Others were arduous and left me weak. Some days I walked with company at my side And many I traveled alone. What’s the way home? It’s there, But it’s fleetingContinue reading “Writing Exercise: The Way Home”