She sat awaiting her friend’s arrival to the garden, pondering everything she had just faced. The month of May was a battle. One thing after the other, like crashing relentless waves. Somehow The Raven made it out alive with her heart, mind, and personality still in tact. There were many things that still confused her, but she knew in due time those things would resolve and she would find out what she needed to know. Slowly but surely, because everything happens for a reason. Usually a fuckass one, but I digress.
The Raven listened to the call of her species, while she sipped her delicious Italian black coffee and knew she was safe and protected forevermore. That’s all she needed to know for now.. all she wanted to know was what’s her next drawing going to be.🤔
Keep it simple, keep it small for now. Everything else can wait.
