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. 🪐🎨
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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 ali8 days ago in Poets
❤️ 我爱你 > Wǒ ài nǐ! > I love you! “I’ve got memories and travel like gypsies in the night . . And a thousand times I’ve seen this road . . .” Alice Merton❤️
By SAMURAI SAM AND WILD DRAGONSa day ago in Poets
It started off as a typical morning. My alarm beeped when the clock hit 7:00 am, waking me from a dream. Turning it off, I sat up and stretched my arms over my head. Sunlight streamed in through my window.
By Amethyst Champagne6 days ago in Fiction
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Reading subscribers this morning and there is a whole lot of blue! How will they make this decision?