Falling moon.

There is no other moment in the day when I am as free. No moment when the silence is interrupted only by the mating call of an unseen bird. No other moment when the silence is my comfort. When the dark skies are my home. No other moment for the moon to whisper to me as she falls from the sky. This small open window to the universe is my hope when all hope has left me. Those seconds in time when I and the universe are at one.

Karen Hayward 2016.

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Welcome to my blog! Here you will find different forms of creative writing, lots of swearing, erotic poetry, random thoughts, beautiful imagery, but most of all you will find a version of truth. My truth, this is the way that I see the world. However, all of my work is a form of creative writing, a combination of truth and fiction. I write to express my creativity, not my needs!

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