A Writer's Sketchbook

There is no hiding in the darkness from the trueness that is you; no point in hiding it from yourself and little point in hiding it from those you love those you know or the countless strangers that meander their way about a half lived life. This is the month in the life of an artist a mother a lover a daughter. One who is petrified by perfection. One who holds a potential within a capability to become and to achieve wonderful things. One who exists in a manner much like the sea of faces all about us.A silent sufferer.A persistent dreamer. Titled A Writer's Sketchbook: Raw Thoughts because of the nature of the contents. There are fragmented thoughts next to more developed ones dreams alongside the horrors of a life. It's content is as unedited from the moment of pen to paper as can be-- despite the truths that scream when they are expected to whisper.