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HUNGER


Hunger.


Veins like concrete.

Steel mesh on my soul.


Move like a verge.


These chambers.


Emptiness feels so cold.


Eyes a path, doorways to beyond.


Eternal crumbs.


Burning boughs.


Fire in the matter.


Ashes in the why.


Take flight.

Your solitary journey.


Again and again.


Be bold.


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Music: Torn Threads by ©Ahjay Stelino. licensed by www.mixkit.com



You can easily adjust the volume on the side of the video with the slider. I was in the mood to do something really different today.


Editing non-stop can steal a writer's joy. I have so much more to share, but I must protect the creative parts of myself and listen when The Muse wants to play.


I hope this post finds you happy, healthy and well. The winds of change roll like thunder.

Can you hear them?


Many thanks for joining me on this mysterious journey. A million stars in the sky shine down.


Thank you for supporting my new release, my twenty-fifth title, can you believe it?


There is hope in this story, that it will take me and a group of talented writers to a castle in Scotland for ghost walks and boisterous readings by the fire. Possibly fueled by bad decisions that start with the phrase, 'hey y'all look at this,' and a drop or two of healing waters, A.K.A. local whisky.


Of course, this dream segues far into the future, as only a fair few have this ability right now.


We shall see...


In the meantime, please take care of yourself, sending love to my blog subscribers, The Literati. Enjoy this hot, hot summer and recharge unapologetically when you need it.


Until next time, find your Peace, Love, Hustle, then Read or Write.


Xox -Bibiana

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