Yet To Be Written

Notes: a warm cup of cinnamon chestnut black tea, stacks of books, white oud, ink stained fingers, a wisp of black amber It’s all inside you. The story that creeps into your every waking hour and haunts your dreams. You’ve built an entire world, lived a thousand lives, wept with anguish, burned hot with desire, but you’ve never let your worlds collide. Until now. Settle into your favorite spot, surrounded by the books you love. Sip your favorite tea, black tea flavored with warm cinnamon and creamy chestnut. And pick up your pen. The world awaits.