Funeral.
We chew the day like old wet bread. The rain spirals down. Everyone’s drab; tired souls moving through a cut-paper world. We remember the times we used to have and the way you always smiled and sure, it brings a lift to the corners of our mouths but it fails to bring you back entire. The rain spirals down. We look at the clouds and they’
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Take care of yourself, sweetheart. You're in my thoughts.
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And your writing has matured A LOT. I really, genuinely enjoyed all of that.
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Yeah, well, I've been thinking about writing a lot this holiday and working on my writing, so yeah, I'm pretty pleased.
I think I'm starting to be able to cut away at words, the root, the rock, etc, feels more simple. I like it.
:)
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Sorry I haven't been posting for a while - I've moved to university and I got my internet in my room sorted out today, I'll make a post soon.
I have my first creative writing workshop tomorrow, I'm well excited!
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