Where I Hide Secrets

9 thoughts on “Where I Hide Secrets”

  1. After reading this I looked up to make sure that I was following you! Oh my gosh! You’re an incredible writer! Of course I am following you!

    You see, I write with my chest open. I dip my pen in my soul

    Seriously, is that ^ BRILLIANCE or what? I wish I’d wrote that!!!!!
    The pics are amazing. The writing place in my head for years! Wall to floor book shelves and a cozy writing studio (in my head mine is up in an attic overlooking a forest with a little brook running through it! I will have it before I die!! ;)
    I just had to stop and tell you to NEVER stop dipping into your soul! You are going to happen and EVERYONE is going to read your stories!


  2. This is a fantastic piece, I truly enjoyed reading it. It reminds me in all honesty of my past summer and all the little memories that came and went. Beautifully written, thank you for sharing


  3. “Contradictions” comes to mind as a word, where the narrator senses the immaturity above. It always interests me how language can direct one to a cure, except of course language is only a tool to describe what we are feeling. No matter how correct our grammar, we cannot escape ourselves as the origin of thoughts.

    There also comes a time when we have been doing something like writing for a long time and we’ve been complacent and cool, self-involved and we wake up to our self-indulgence. The clock ticks. We look up at the ceiling, where the time is cast as a blue light, and while it is cool outside, the sun is shining.

    The man for whom I went to a memorial yesterday told his son, these last days will be like a ball loosing air. It will slowly decrease its ascent, and then loose its bouce all together.

    We gravitate to those we can share our stories and eventually we understand ourselves. The clock ticks, or shall I say another clock ticks in some other room, yours perhaps, and while I know where you are t, it is also about desire


  4. “It’s soul-crushing, like the waves, like the flames; like me.”

    What beautiful writing that drew me in immediately. Sometimes we just need to refresh to regain that fire again……I don’t think we ever truly lose it. It comes in waves, but it always comes back strong again. Will be looking forward to your next piece.


    1. Because I don’t always know what to do with my writings, and working in publishing I would at least be around books, and perhaps help others – luckier than me.

      Thank you though, your thought made me smile today!


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