Mind architect, single mom, cinematic soul, bibliophile. Sharing my love of storytelling and art. Diary of thoughts, knowledge gatherings, and frameworks.
And I, tiny being,
drunk with the great starry
void,
likeness, image of
mystery,
felt myself a pure part
of the abyss.
I wheeled with the stars.
My heart broke loose with the wind.
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