Writing as a Refuge

SmartSelectImage_2018-03-26-16-17-04 On paper, my mind wanders in space. Time is not measured quantitatively. My refuge is stenciled among illusions. My thoughts take me to places, no words have traveled. The quiet scenery allows reflection on life’s empty promises.  A pencil bridges the gap between imagination and reality. Writing creates distance away from the stresses of this world. I live and write freely, wherever my spirit leads me.

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