I am a beautiful mess.
Writing fiction comes easy to me. I love creating a new idea, person or even a whole world from the depths of my own mind…
There was a land, a garden to the eastFormed by the Creator’s handFrom the dust He breathed new lifeIn the garden…
The old man takes his seat at the top of the balcony with only minutes to spare. He breathes in the musty smell of the old opera house…