All About the Words

My first coffee shop opportunity to casually-on-purpose leave one of my cards behind.

The romantic in me fantasises that the person who collects it will be intrigued, pocket it, take it home and find a quiet moment to check the site out. She’ll stumble across a poem that resonates, she’ll subscribe and become interested in my future writings. Perhaps she’ll even comment to let me know what something I said meant to her. All of this fills me with immeasurable worth, purpose and love.

And even if she throws it straight in the bin it’s ok. As long as it’s the recycle bin.

I was brave enough to be seen.

Incidentally I’m working on my second Blip article. :)