I offered you a handwritten letter
but you had no interest in words penned for posterity
My love for you was an embarrassment
something relegated to the shadows
not shared with the world
Everyone knows anything not given regular sunlight
withers and dies
but that never concerned you
Unbeknownst to me you were an agent
auditioning a whole chorus of girls for your ego show
and I hadn’t made the cut
Still histrionic, still a bookwhore; just faking competence because of my kid.
May the novel bring you inspiration in your daily ruminations.
i've choked on my words for far too long
It's not the length of life, but the depth.
emptiness personified
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Shining the light of truth on delusion
GIVE FEAR THE MIDDLE FINGER & BE FEARLESS!
Researching, investigating, and writing about the paranormal.
You either get it... or you don't.
one blurt at a time
Inky blackness, a yawning void ~
oh what's the point.
ART as a WEAPON
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My business is generally pleasurable.
Read. Ingest the words. Like little blue pills, they will affect you.
the stories behind the pictures, and vice versa
Just my thoughts for all to behold
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🍃 Fully Living The Unfinished Things Of Life Through Writings. 🍃
top knot wearin' mama to twin girls
A baking and dessert blog.
