Mined

Flies fester in my mind, Like it's a rotten rind. A search with little hope to find, TheĀ face that's kind. That face that minds, That my mind's mined Daily for happiness.    

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My journey towards ‘becoming a writer’ Part 1 (Thoughts, Feelings, Updates)

What makes one a writer? I'm not referring to a literate person here. A writer, in this case, is someone that defines themselves as such. Is it sitting down to pen a daily number of words? Getting paid to write every day? But what about those that get paid to write a few times a … Continue reading My journey towards ‘becoming a writer’ Part 1 (Thoughts, Feelings, Updates)