Ako

do you feel spring coming?

i can only create from what i have, and i am limited.

so much writing theory and none of the actual writing

perhaps some old stories should stay buried.

"Pollen falls from the ancient trees, shining like a hundred angry stars in the moon’s red glow. The seeds twist and tangle, forming vortexes as the galaxies once did, colliding with each other and becoming one. They are swept along the soft spring breeze, rushing towards a destination they cannot possibly comprehend, winding through the forest until the flow stops at the mouth of a river."
          
          This story will be told paragraph by paragraph, it seems.

"The moon turned red, a sign that the hundredth spring had begun, and all the flowers began to bloom under the crimson light. Shivering gold petals expanded outwards and stretched towards a sustenance that they would never gain. In their yearning, they began to sing a mournful song that filled the entire forest. "

'finding the secret path to abundance' means healing, creating peace, and opening old wounds.

blooming from my mind there is a rose

i've been working for a week straight and created nothing of consequence so far

i'm procrastinating, but i'll get there