The first waking moment of the morning is the place where they live.
Story seeds slowly grow in my soul to become a lesson for myself before I write it down for mankind.
This is not inspiration or daydreaming. It is growth, a memory of what was said to me or what really happened in my life.
I always felt out of place and awkward because of these story seeds growing in me, popping up at the strangest times (especially when I think I am going to sleep a bit longer).
In the silence of my soul, I can hear their voices, crying to be released.
That is why I write.
Copyright Annalie Anticevich © November 2022
Photograph https://unsplash.com/@driaug
#WordsDrippingWithHoney 