Ramblings of Me

I know deep in my heart what I desire. I have searched many years for it and have started to conclude it may not happen for me in this life. Even in the best of times I am besieged with a sense of utter isolation. There is no other half to me for it wasn’t meant for this world. I was given a gift that will essentially prove my solitude. My characters, all but one, will have all that they desire. That “one” is my only other half. I am the nonfiction and she is the fiction. She is my sanity and I am her madness. The voice she hears dictates her story, her life; my entire dream.

Creativity is spoken to the mind directly from the soul.

B