hannaleanne
i probably shouldnt be writing distracted, but this asmr is, after all, making me feel rested, midst the haziness i have within my mind. it's hard to write, and i did think this would warm me up in preparation for "The Gift". i don't know.
dad
i wish i had the words
a thousand words running through my mind before the prompt hits
savings of cash, no, drabbles of words and pictures to save to save for creative purposes and that of which not i have, but want and pray for
to hit me like a lightning bolt
please i am stuck in my mind
and i need time
you were looked down upon in the literal sense.
he said "popular" and he became.
she said "beautiful" and she became.
you were decidedly an outsider, and so you fitted.
they gave her a sentence, and she made a paragraph. mouthing lyrics to forgotten songs, drawing foreign objects, yet so familiar, an old friend.
they gave her a sentence, and she made a paragraph. mouthing lyrics to forgotten songs, drawing foreign objects, yet so familiar, an old friend. she was not mistaken.
She could see it now, a clearance in the middle of the forest. She ran, grass parting at her feet as she pummeled the ground at an extreme pace, and then- it was gone.