If there is a room, called HOPE, either with or without a view, I will be there. And I will stay there.
Do you know such a place?
I found it, once or twice in my life. It was a sacred place in my heart, fusing my mind with energy and dreams.
Now, it is dim and cold. I am trying to crawl toward the exit….
Writing 101, day two: A Room with a View (or Just a View)