So without further preamble, I give you this special post. What writing means to you: A collaboration.
This is a farewell post, a brief memento to myself as I try and process all my thoughts and emotions. How do you say goodbye to a place that has given you so much?
Literature is wide and different, it's quirky and beautiful, scary and romantic and it's waiting for each and every one of you. All you need to do is try.
Hi, I'm Shelly!
Swirling gently upon your lips, the tides are turning;
Me: Acceptance and reflection, this a space of nothing, but it is mine to understand. I do not fear myself. I fear not recognizing the way I exist. Time is one thing on my side and in this, I know how to remember. I know how to accept and I am learning how to reflect.
I'm floating a lot these days. Sipping my way through caramel delights, wafting along the rich aromas of grounded darkness.
It's a tale of man seeking to find himself, and upon undertaking this journey he discovers what it means to live along the way.
But I don't regret. I have seen things that most will never experience.
Don't figure out what you want to be or what you want to do. Start smaller. Start with the simple things.