After eighteen months, I bid you a grand adieu.
I used this website as a creative outlet of sorts, and am now ready to put it into the box full of childhood toys and baby-doll shirts. I've outgrown it. One thing that has become very obvious to me because of this site, is that I am a writer - not in the sense of books, but short-stories, poems, and songs - and I'm damn good at it. I have the support from this site to thank for figuring that one out.
My account is being deleted. I do not plan on letting any of my stories on here continue to over stay their welcome, and I want to keep my ideas in my head from now on, instead of online.
What I do want you to know is that all of these stories did have their end - sad or happy, maybe both - and that both Skinny Love and Messy Minds are very, very important stories that spilled over into songs, poems, etc. They live on.
Thank you, thank you, thank you. For caring about what I loved, what I was passionate about, Some of the comments and remarks I received on my works will always be on the back of my mind. Thank you.
And now, for what would've been a piece of the conclusion of 'Messy Minds' :
Their minds were messier than their hearts, and in all honesty Nova was still very much guarded when it came to Theo. That was just it though - an ocean stood between 'very much' and 'completely' when it came to her. "Any progress," as he had said, "is far better than you locking me out of your house in the middle of a snow storm again."
And even better, was what they had found in each others messy mind.
The stars, oblivion, destruction, and beauty all hidden beneath goose-bump covered skin. Skin he had once covered with his sweater last year.
And the only article of clothing that he would never get back.
Farewell.