Most of the time the future was pretty clear for her
It might not be the most exciting or glamorous, but it was predictable, just the way she wanted
So imagine her surprise when things started being murky
The fog descended on her future, and she was so scared she never took another step.
Winding through the dark recesses of my mind
I follow the glimmer of an idea as it floats just out of reach
So I shouldn’t have been surprised when I fell into a mental swamp
Pushing me under the murky surface to drown in the fetid cerebral sludge
Abdi Mohammed
The Art of Prose and Poetry
self-publishing
Sarah Torribio and her right brain. Music. Musings. Writing. Style.
We Survived and Arrived - Now as Warriors We Thrive
With previous posting of "Our World" on Blogger
Sharing is Learning
AUTHOR
Random Stuff I Think You'll Like
Things I love, typically with people I love. Will likely be hiking, baking, and doing other things that make me happy.
The Official Home of Rolli - Author, Cartoonist and Songwriter
Wise. Witchy. Wonderful.
Story world
Never Short On Words 