The Lines We Walk Through

She has her favorite word, her most cherished pen, and her laptop-her personal bank of thoughts. She drifts into a trance, often lost in the vivid corners of her imagination. Yet somehow, she always remembers to smile at me, gently asking about my own favorites. My answer never changes: the lines we walk through, hand in hand, getting lost in every verse she writes.

Oh, to be loved by a writer.

UNO X DENILLE