Galleries of words, shared

by thoughtsgather

I’m embarassed to admit this.

I dream of spending days in coffee shops, telling stories.

I dream of writing words day and night.

I dream that I am good enough.

That I am good enough and that people would read the words

And pay for the words.

Should this embarrass me.

I dream that this could be my life.

Painting pictures with words. Galleries, shared.