LOVE NOTES

I Was Missing In Action

Now I’m missing the inaction

Image by Valerio Errani from Pixabay

A week stretches into a month, and a month becomes three. And just like that, you begin to lose touch with the creative community where you once belonged.

Swept up in the tide of reawakening life, you shuffle along the corridors of the daily grind, too focused on reacquainting yourself with what must be…