What does it feel like to wake up at 3am to shocking news. I was unable to sleep afterwards. The country I grew up loving as a child has become something I no longer recognize.
I might be cold when I walk outside but I’d rather be cold then surpressed or told that my aspirations no longer matter. Maybe it’s the crotch grabbing new not my president. How come a reporter loses his job & he wins. There’s something seriously wrong with that logic.
I count my blessings when I go to bed, lucky to be out. Maybe I’ll just stay out?
I am a 46 year old writer and poet that just published my first collection of poetry called Greylight. I live by 3 simple rules everyday, live, laugh, love. I currently live in Norway with my husband and our dog. I adore people watching and seeing how others see the city I now live in. I hope you enjoy reading and if you ever have any feedback all is welcome.