I want to write. I want to let it flow. I want to frame proper sentences, not join a noun, adjective and a verb.
I know what is happening to my universe right now. I know it is a circle, the origin of which I cannot locate. I could hope that knowing about it would help sorting it out as well. But I think my monarch-ic ambitions would win the day I’d be able to achieve that.
It is not flowing. Therefore, I am indulging in white.
Fuchsia 