The Fall of Winter

I have no plan. Tbh. I'm writing a story (in a way) that relies heavily on poetry. Realistic Fiction combined with poetry. An intoxicatingly beautiful combo. Lol.

I feel as if poetry is not something you take hours to work on, or at least, mines isn't. It's not something you map out, it just flows.
I'm working with myself and I want this book to progress like life. Unexpected. Unplannable, if that's even a word.

I can't say that I'll post daily or even weekly, I have a REALLY busy schedule. This is my first book, so I cannot promise perfection. Constructive Criticism is ALWAYS welcomed.
Thank you.