It's the last Voice Week day which is actually kinda sad for me. I really enjoyed writing these this week. All the comments I've been getting have been huge confidence boosters so thank you to all who commented, it's really encouraging to read your thoughts ^ ^.On a random side note, my OCD is very pleased that there's five different badges: one for each day. If there was seven, I might just go insane XD
Well, I suppose we should get on with the final writing then, shouldn't we? Onwards!
I sit on the worn porch to my house and look up at the stars. There's a certain wisdom about them that doesn't let my eyes stray. Their glow is so sincere and true. Nothing within them questions what they’re doing. I envy them.
A shooting star glides through the sky, it’s tail leaving a breif stain in the sky almost as though a painter took his brush to it. I follow it’s path with my eyes. In space, life is chaotic but alluring—nothing like mine. How do they exist with such a simple idea of who and what they are, of where they belong even? Stars, tell me your secret.
A shooting star glides through the sky, it’s tail leaving a breif stain in the sky almost as though a painter took his brush to it. I follow it’s path with my eyes. In space, life is chaotic but alluring—nothing like mine. How do they exist with such a simple idea of who and what they are, of where they belong even? Stars, tell me your secret.
Well there you have it, the last one. To read more posts like this, check out the Voice Week blog.
Thanks for all the support from those who have been following and commenting, it means a lot :)
