Hey y’all!
So, I’ve been out for over a year and a half- :’)
So, so sorry about that-
I’m doing okay, mostly working on my art, on a game in the works, and other things in life.
But, anyways, I came back here to get inspiration for my creative writing class, and was surprised with the amount of interaction with LoM and DoO have received. I can’t express to you guys how I’m feeling about that right now, but I’m gonna try.
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I built a house for me to reside in. The walls echoed, the floor boards squeaked, and the ceiling leaked. Yet, it felt like home.
Then you came along, and you brought in a piece of wood for my walls. Another followed with some new tiles for my floors. A bucket for the leak came after, then a sofa, a bed, a lamp, a curtain, and a vase. Soon, it was our home that we built on my foundation.
You moved in, and with you came more planks, several tiles, and enough doors to build an entirely new house for us to stay in. Though, it felt off this time.
I no longer liked the foundation which I had built. I could see the warped strips of oak peak through the wallpaper. I could hear a slight creak every time
I took a step. I could feel the drips plop and soak into the top of my head.
The old feeling of comfort that I had felt vanished overnight, and no matter how extravagant the furniture or decorations were, they couldn’t bring me comfort.
So, I packed. I took my experience, my word choice, and my stamina. I packed it all up, because those were the only things I could bring with me.
That was years ago now, and I still cling to that stuffed bag, as I watch you frolic with the others. I can’t ever join you, but I have a smile on my face.
We built those houses, and while they aren’t my home, they’re yours.
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Ahhh- sorry if that was too convoluted ;-;
But, I feel like my work is still being appreciated to this day, and god it feels so scary, but also so fantastic.
Thank you all so much!
(I have a new instagram: @maura_macd14)
-Amaura