So I say the title is what it's about, but there's a few people who know what the truth is. Simply put there's a magically fucked up time where I'm all kinds of hurting. My writing gets better the more I hurt. Recently some shit happened and so I came up with this
"It's a slippery slope to downward spiral like a mirror pointing out every single one of my flaws. I'm broken and so are those pieces, shattered splintered. Not here nor there, yet everywhere and not to be found. There's a darkness in my soul and a void where my heart should be. I'm incomplete, broken..... I don't why it happens sometimes, but it does. Nothing keeps my interest and I don't have the energy to care. Somethings wrong and I don't know how to fix it, but you were there and made me feel whole again. Now the pain has come back. I'm broken and feel the void again. It's not leaving and only I know the truth. You don't notice....he keeps you too busy and yet.....you're happy so I smile and play along. While I'm alone I cry for the pain in my heart will not go away and I long only for you"
Now extra points to anyone who can guess what it's about if I haven't already told you the situation I'm currently in
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Little moments of my creative mess
Художественная прозаThis is going to hold little things I happen to write or think of. That being said understand that this is all just what comes to me. There isn't necessarily a rhyme or reason. It's just a look inside my mind
