sweetlouloux

sweetlouloux

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They were silenced by the looks. They knew what each glare meant. They kept quiet and turned to each other and smiled. "Let's go!"

They were all looking up. Taking it in. But differently. Some with sunglasses, others shading their eyes with their hands or a magazine. I wanted the pain. Stronger. I wanted my eyes to stream. To hurt.

arts

Musing I moved from one room to another. The historic beauty clung to the walls in fear. I wanted to know what of. Of me?

draw

I reached out my hand and took hold of the charcoal. Mashing it onto the paper I started to see the dark grey lines take the shape of the beast that was livinging in my head.

major

Twinkling in the dark, sweet night it beckons to me. Sending chills through my body as the frost picks it's way through 'til dawn.

guard

For me this was a challenge. He stood there, clip board in hand. Name? Age? I started to walk past him. He appeared again in front of me. Name? Age? I continued.

steps

I could hear them as we slipped and stumbled past the pink ribbons. The ghostly feel of them tap, tapping behind me as the town in mourning lay before me. I slipped out. Before they caught me.

sail

She ran around the boat catching the light in her fingers. Stuffing it into her pockets and under her elbows and knees. The children would curl around her like new born puppies tonight and she would glow like an angel.

Simple. The most precious thing we have is the air that we breathe and the path that we get to walk daily. The choices we get to make and the God we worship. Solved.

forth

The words caught in her throat. She wanted to say it. The truth. The words that had been sitting there waiting impatiently all these years. The silence had given way for the words. They were waiting. She just needed to open up and let it out!

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writing since 2012 · 65 entries · 63 days shown up

each square is a day—lit means Louise showed up.

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on this day 14 years ago

Louise wrote about before
“There had been no before. No beginning. it had always been that way. She couldn't remember nor contemplate a beginning. If there was a beginning there had to be an end. That was not an option.”

the words Louise reaches for

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