Tossing, spinning up and around. Topsy, turby can’t get off the ground. Not in existence, in sight or sound. Attainment, arrangement, a strive to completion. Nothing in the word of perfection, nothing in everything that cascades upon the parallax. Forsaken? Shaken, shattering or breaking for not able to reach the peak of absolute ecstasy. Out of reach but on the edge, within all or nothing. Chatter, placement, in the grasps of every mortals palm; but never closed upon.
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A sibling and daughter to some, a friend to others. As an artist , writer, and dreamer N.K Sterling spends days crafting new creations be it in painting or jewelry making or dabbling in many creative avenues in life from music to sewing has only made Sterling more inspired to keep trying new things. Enjoying a good book by the fire, or an adventurous outing with furry friends is always a go to for this expressive soul. Writing has been a passion since the age of twelve and the associate's degree in liberal arts has only help expand this creative mind for future endeavors while currently living in the southern USA. View more posts