You're here.
As your eyes scan my every word, I know you're looking for something. Is it comfort? Love? Or perhaps, assurance that someone in this world feels the same way you do?
You see, that's the problem.
You keep on looking for things in the wrong places.
I'm telling you now, you won't find it here.
What you're looking for is buried within.
YOU ARE READING
The Writer and Her Daydreams
PoetryA prose and poetry collection where dreams transform into something real.