By: Nkoli Os’kar
Level: 1
Seated in cool silk sand, with the rest of her world behind her. She gazed calmly across brown seas with splashes of the setting sun’s tainting red.
Her climb into this portrait; every bit its worth.
“It’s amazing they think creativity takes a similar path to insanity when this is all that keeps me sane.” She thinks to herself.
“No Heller 22’s here…It’s the rest of the world behind me who’s insane.” She heaves a sigh.
Choice, the scarcity of it, is what decides me here. Continue reading