in self i am molded
shaping, folding, growing.
unknown depths in darkness
in light.
the space between
untouched and raw
waiting to see the sun
or draw into the night.
ever changing.
as i am different people
moving from one to the next
learning, borrowing
so the new may live
and the old be cherished.
never without flaw
but unequivocally

Posted by:The Winter Writer

This blog is the brainchild of someone who wanted a complete lifestyle change so I got rid of all of my excess stuff and wrote a novel in 10 days. I now write for fun and get stuff done at

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