Eternal Love
The Most Suspicious of Muffins
Without it, I am nothing. My creativity goes unexpressed, left to wither and die.
Rivers of words flow through my veins with great force, fueling my fingertips and enlightening my mind.
I never want to be free from its hold. It gives me a sense of purpose. It is all I am good at.
The creation of my words is like a powerful storm, thundering in my heart and sending lightning through my limbs.
Every tale I spin, every word I weave, will leave behind an everlasting legacy.
Rivers of words flow through my veins with great force, fueling my fingertips and enlightening my mind.
I never want to be free from its hold. It gives me a sense of purpose. It is all I am good at.
The creation of my words is like a powerful storm, thundering in my heart and sending lightning through my limbs.
Every tale I spin, every word I weave, will leave behind an everlasting legacy.