There are days when I think of words as a measure of time, a way to mark the passage of events – as if my writing provides the necessary definition to my thoughts and experiences, placing them in a context that will somehow give them meaning.
There are days when I think of words as a measure of time, a way to mark the passage of events – as if my writing provides the necessary definition to my thoughts and experiences, placing them in a context that will somehow give them meaning.
Your writing does not read like journaling. It reads like art.
I like your general musings on life; how you deal with things.
And I enjoy your “erotic” ramblings…
Ive read some “erotica” which I consider crapola…
But your’s , D’jaevle, is so very sensual!