Big F**king Mood: A New Narrative

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there's an apartment somewhere

that is washed in warmth

and coloured with reds and browns and greens

there is a well-worn couch

and a TV cold from disuse

that's slowly collecting a thin blanket of dust

there are pens scattered on tables and counters

with notebooks and novels stacked beside them

half filled with the remnants of dreams and ideas

stuffed with love and loss and life

there is a girl there

curled up in the corner of the couch

staring dreamily at the wall beside her

as her mind takes the words from the book on her lap

and spins them into her own invention

she smiles softly

she takes a breath

she revels in the smell of ink and paper

and goes back to the world waiting in her hands

- if only she could stay there