An ornate and gold-edged book, of which inside are secrets even she doesn't know or understand. But tucked all through it are leaflets of paper, as if she'd rather not write in the book its self. Except on the first empty page of the book is written in exquisite, flowing penmanship her full name. ~ Lavender Cecelia Morgan.
Thursday, 20 July 2023
It is sad when something you created, something that was your idea is no longer yours. It's like losing your child to a stranger. I want to yell at the world, I want to cry, yet.. I made a choice.. After all this time, losing that is now the only thing that I regret. Trying to come up with something new, something that is totally mine. Hopefully it will fill the void this loss has left.
