my tomorrow came when today arrived… for yesterday I waited on a day that I hadn’t seen… hoping that if and when it does come around… there will be the light of change.
my tomorrow is here yet my thoughts ain’t truly there… for how can it be when in fragmented pieces… I watch…
A wordsmith with a vivid imagination, an eager mind and a burning desire to carve out tales. As I journey with my muse to that land of all possibilities and self discovery, I hope my personal evolution will serve as a beacon of inspiration for anyone who chooses to stop by.
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