She Looked At Me
She looked at me and—wove and offered a smile. Like a snow-white angel. ...I was poor, and all I had were dreams, So I laid my dreams beneath your feet. -W.B. Yeats-
A space for lyrical writings and reflection aimed at preserving the purity of the mind and emotions. Also includes stories about how the world works. A record of journey through the realms of thought and feeling. Don't just watch and listen—read, feel, think, imagine, and then write.