So, since what I want the most to be is a writer, I thought I’d try to post some sort of writing every week. Constructive criticism is appreciated.
This was written a year or so ago when I was taking a Myths & Legends class.
(Some days) I am Icarus
with the taste of salt
(and sun) on my
Golden Skin
Warm and Lovingly
as breezes brush my hair
(The ocean is so far
Below and sparkles)
I glow with pleasures
Some days I am Icarus
and (like myself)
I fall
