I have stopped writing.
It is an admission that feels like an obituary.
A short one at that.
And it is only fitting.
For, a few years, a few thousand words
Here and there
Do not make for a career
In any language.
And especially not one that speaks from
and of the heart.
It is an admission that feels like an obituary.
A short one at that.
And it is only fitting.
For, a few years, a few thousand words
Here and there
Do not make for a career
In any language.
And especially not one that speaks from
and of the heart.
between desire and disaster 