these words i write will drown will drown beneath the raging sea and never will these words be found for you to read and some will fly away from me fly away above the darkened sky and never will they reach your reading eyes
Content is streaming screaming, now amplified by AI. How can a writer rise?
Gatekeepers and algorithms hold the keys to what we see, unless we share the gems we find.
I write less to say more. I write for all to feel my words and then their own.
Writing prompt:
Write how it feels to be invisible or to be seen.