la·cu·na: n. An empty space or a missing part; a gap
My Lacuna
Writing is my passion. It always has been and i hope it always will be. It is my lover that never walks out, but stands firmly as my tears are leaked onto my keyboard. It never grows weary of my words, but listens softly as i write my own beginnings and complete my own ends. It is my soft release when things get rough and my happy smile when i just want to talk. But school essays and newspaper poetry can only be stretched so far, so this blog shall become my source for all things real. For the touching of the intangible. For the stretching of ideas and the creation of new ones. It will be a reflection of my life and all the things i live for. It will be the missing piece to my writing and my inspirational gap to fill. It is my lacuna, feel free to step inside.
Albert- A loveable creation from the next Martha Stewarts' kitchen, and the hands of Martha herself and her little helper. Albert is a apple struesel muffin/cupcake... thing.