Writing: as concentrated time. Hundreds of words trail into a few meaningless minutes, time spent with nothing but the contents of your own mind - and yet through it all the outside influence of others stick in your skin like so many briars, reaching for roses but with the unavoidable thorns that so cruelly and unavoidably come with living.

just some cathartic memories i spilled into notes in my phone. i thought the world would like to hold them for me.

what it means to create a beautiful life to me.

Just me doing daily writing prompts and dumping them here, feel free to stop in and read them for inspiration or maybe even use the prompt yourself!