An Artist's Sorrow

An Artist's Sorrow

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...well, where do I begin? we do not know where this story ends ..or where it will go , the writer writes according to intuition and...a word she will not say. she cannot think of a synopsis that will fit this story. read it if you will , or you might.. if you are an Artist, welcome. if you are a writer, welcome.. or you just want a good read. welcome... the Writer cannot guarantee, but try and stick to what soothes you. this might not be the norms of what you read it is fictional as well as realistic, a touch of the struggles of a person. a writer and an artist , with many other talents, struggles with anxiety, self worth, cynicism, depression, you've probably heard that before, might be cliche but I am at unawares, because this story is based on real life experiences. the experiences that probably have no idea. note. it is based. the writer will not disclose too much of herself. enjoy or ponder. the writer prefers you ponder.
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Love is Poetry, Poetry is Love. A love for words, and words can turn to Love, and to People in Love. a love story, an angst story, a questioning story, persons with no characterisation, who live in your mind and heart, dreaming in a life of verse, metaphor, symbolism, surrealism, in an attempt to capture what is illusion, what is real. The speaker could be you, your fiancée, your past, your present, your future. Dare you to journey along. [as you well know it is and it will always be, a work in progress, until the knowing winds carry this vital sign away beyond the border. may it keep you company in your lonesome nights, and tiresome days, the cool water that washes away the dust of cares from your chafed lips. do i need to say, © all rights reserved 2017. all portions of the works herein created, presented, its texts, and even its unique structure, should never be appropriated nor reproduced without the expressed, written permission of the author. i am preparing a cherished, dynamic novel for my wattpad friends, something that keeps my mind in a continuous state of pregnancy and gestation it could break water any moment, if i don't have to work to feed my kids, but the writer in me could not be put down, not even by economics. it will accompany this elder child, soon. the cover is a bit, hurried work of art but i am proud of it, and my domestic partner approves, long may she live. Long may you live, dear reader. i am closer to you than you could ever, ever, imagine.] So, it begins, one rain swept night.

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