This is how she came to know he was Troubadour,


She had loved fellows of music, letters, substances, and substance.

not quite men, yet.

She listened to their odes to women,


Just as lovesome as anything else she had heard.

Love is effortless, but not always loving of itself.

(in-) sufficient.

(not) entitled.

(not) privledged

(dis-) content

At least there was content.

but troubadour’s don’t flee but rather

they incline to persue.

Perhaps it was a simple matter of time.

Some move through it more quickly than others.

She looked 150 years younger than she probably was.

(and still she felt she looked too old! ha!)

but, he had gotten it just right, at least in her eye.

Author: writtencasey

I am fascinated by the scientific endeavor and I read about or engage with those processes as much as possible. I am a compulsive reader and writer. With a background in anthropology and as an arm-chair/backyard scientist, I hope to improve my writing skills and learn about any areas of weakness or misunderstanding in my analytic skills. I am excited to share. Thank you for spending time here. Please reach out if you are so inclined. I'd be excited to hear from you.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.

%d bloggers like this: