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.