The last gasp of the day ruptures the sky.
Only here, only now.
Let’s not think of tomorrow.
Outside of the lines
Every once and a while I get the urge to write or share something outside of literature, it spices things up.
In Praise of my Ego
The Ego is define as a person’s sense of self importance- and to me it is vastly underrated.
It is my ego that lets me look at this view and say those few clouds should be with the rest below me.
“After and only after my ego has taken me where I need to be, where I should be, will I think about giving it a break. I can’t promise I will look for humble though, don’t ask for that.”- A
Your Own Obstacle
What is the first thing that you notice?
Perhaps that it is the chain link fence with its numerous connotations-
Maybe it is the solid linking chains wrapped around the handle of the gate-
Or even better it’s the padlock, so worn from the weather that it’s blue strip around the bottom has faded to rusted metal.
The blockade has been set up for so long the weeds have become overgrown offering nature’s own additional locking system.
It would seem there is no way around, this is the end, this is the point where you return to your previous existence.
This is it.
It is for many-
For those who don’t want to think a bit more, for those who don’t fully wonder- afraid to ponder- curiosity was was never their muse.
They miss it-
You can too if you want.
Any child would hop the fence or even-
walk the extra one hundred yards to get around.
You are your only obstacle-
You and-
You alone.
Hiatus
Hello All-
I will be offline this week as well so that I can work on a few other projects in between classes.
I look forward to sharing new material soon.
As always thank you for your continued support.
~Alysia
A Quick Getaway
There is just something about this song that transports mind, body and soul.
Laying on the beach; soaking in the sun and the rum.
Nothing but possibilities for far as the water gleams.
Nothing Left?
Moon Light Writer
Trying to capture those precious creative moments just before my eyes close.
Beauty of the Storm
The light no matter how small or how quickly it disappears keeps me writing.
Creativity cannot be forced but captured if only for a moment.
Making Wishes
As a kid I used to pick these and then make a wish-
It’s funny now I can’t even remember what I wished for-
It was more about making the wish-
I suppose there is a lesson to be found there.
Friday Work Ethics
This is called “brainstorming”
After all a writer must allow their imagination to run freely 😉
~A
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