Thought:

[my_last_affair]

Murder she wrote. And Murder she was. And there it sat-- the word, the being, the eptiome of... something-- But, after an atomic pause, she stopped and looked at the word. She crossed it out.

Murder

Suicide she wrote. And Suicide she was. 
Not in the sense of taking her life-- but certainly in some romantic dimension.
Falling suicide... falling love

Comments

[theskygrowsdark]

if you wrote this,
i'm in love with it.
very much in love, that is.

[my_last_affair]

i did, and thank you!

[takeheart]

i love the way you wrote this.
refreshing sounds like a stupid word, but it's appropriate.
♥

[my_last_affair]

thank you-- i appreciate it!!

[mangolemonade]

*has been rendered speechless*

you really have a way with words.
but I'm sure you already knew that.

[my_last_affair]

keep boosting the ego-- it could use a raise! <3 thanks.

[exmalibu]

I'm not sure whether your writing is so terrific here because of the way you put it together, or because perhaps so many can relate to it. How many of us have looked inward to try to figure out who we are, only to fail in that realization? I think this really reads like someone's jumbled thoughts, which is I think what you want to convey.

Your writing is very inspiring.

[my_last_affair]

Thank you, you're encouraging.

[goldenlockets]

i have you say, you're pretty amazing.

[my_last_affair]

who, me? thanks!!