The essay of the
heart is transported from emotion to emotion, there are no limits or
escape of my mind. My visions are of great detail, and the music of
my heart is of each chord progression.
My heart is tired and restless
pondering in thought, and my soul is of kind nature. Nourish me down
back to earth, I am a writer.
~Mysti S. Milwee ©2015
Writing Prompt for the viewers:
Does music help you write?
Do you dream? and if so, do you remember them? Vivid or Lucid dreams?
What are you thinking now?
Words from the Writer:
We tend to let our minds become our focus of keeping us grounded, seeing life and things differently, which is why writers and artists become a vision for the world, a backbone for the economy during a rise and decline. Shaping our future one day at a time. So let your heart be known, and not made of stone.
~Mysti
