“The late night is quiet; it is beautiful… listening to thoughts wake, some louder than others. Strays still linger; somewhere, everywhere…”
“Some nights were unlike others. Some dreams were lived and others made. Some were true, only seen by few…”
“Stories are one way to sketch the world on a page. I am just a writer with a job to do—breathe life to my imagination. You do not, therefore, need an entire book to tell that story. A line can say so much, with the right words woven together…”
LibLane, 918 words.