Hello Beautiful Thinkers,
Write a poem that explores your thoughts on the action of flinching. Are you the type of person that never flinches or that flinches all the time? What does it mean to you to flinch? Some see it as a sign of weakness or nervousness. And some just view it as a sign that something got unexpectantly close to your face. What connotations do you believe about the action? What has brought you to these beliefs?
Keep Dreaming Beautiful Thinkers,
The Boy In The Heart Shades