There is a place where I go for inspiration, there is a place I go to talk with the Muses, there is a time when I slip away and do nothing but
dream and write and dream some more.
But on my last trip to this place- which can be dark and cold and damp and sometimes a little dusty,
everything was quiet.
Everything was quite dead.
INSPIRED BY RDP MONDAY: RESERVOIR
Your whole post is very cool.
Thank you!
Wow that’s a very deep place of thought for your writing. That image of the teapot is amazing, I feel like Death himself would drink tea at a café with that sign.
Yeah.Cool, right?