“ Trying to pump breath into a fairy tale is as arduous and tragic as ancient Greek theatre. ”
life weighs heavy upon my shoulders and patience starts wearing thin, it is divine hope and dreams which sustain me, pushing me forth against the wind.
~ Terry A. O'neal
It’s easy to get caught up in where the world is going and lose sight of the direction we were headed.
Wednesday had come and gone in a single breath. As I dreamt of divine love, Picasso, and a vast field of gold, a new dawn had already begun.
Carry out your literary dream, no matter how unlikely it may seem...
