I lay sprawled on the bed, idle.
No one but my beloved accompany me.
They seduce me, and so I am enchanted, yet again, by my little dark room.
Again, I write into the darkness, unaware of my surroundings.
I am deaf to what I sing.
I am blind to what I write.
My dear pen glides through the white, ruled ocean, capturing my mind in the form of words.
My little dark room made darkness my counterpart, and ironically, light too. (This piece will remain close to my heart, even if it isn't too good.)
2014- Before I became The Wren Diaries, I was "My Life In Jennyral". I found some old photos when I was able to blog better and had the proper camera equipment. I lived alone in an apartment that was my studio and creative space. I miss it...