“So someone asked me who it is I am writing about, more to be nosey is my guess I suppose.  But it’s true I think of someone when I write but it’s not always the way it goes. Sometimes it’s past love’s lost or ended by me in my prose. I go to those moments in hopes to catch the essence once there, much how one recalls the smell of a rose. So when I write and it’s dismal and far from bright, just know that I am alright.  As long as I have my paper and pen I always will have a new chapter to begin.”

by Ryan L. Rinehart