Week 10. Untitled

Our life is our story.

Why did I stop writing my story because I felt nobody cared to listen? When did I stop writing for myself? Not writing for yourself truly is the greatest injustice.

I am my biggest admirer, I am my biggest supporter, I am my biggest fan. Therefor I owe it to myself to write the brightest most exciting story yet.

My number 1 responsibility is to write for myself.

12 Comments

  1. A poem by Poe rewritten for Angelica:
    “‘Gailey bedight, a gallant sprite, in sunshine and in shadow,
    had journeyed long, singing a song, in search of one to read her story.
    When her strength failed her at length, she met a pilgrim shadow,
    ‘Shadow,’ said she, ‘where can they be, someone to read my story?’
    ‘Write, boldly write,’ the shade is right, ‘if you seek someone to read your story.'” 🙂

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  2. Ben says :” You got me, You nailed it to the floor of the universe.” I never got to know my PaPa, He was 14 when he passed. Flowers from all over the world were sent. Q.” who was my PaPa”
    Angelica, thank you for grounding me with your wisdom.

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