LadyLypso
Obscure as a pencil without lead. I felt lost. Unrecognizable. "I am hopeful because...." Because what, child? Because your teacher told you to be? Sorry to piss on your parade, but it's what I Do. Let it be.
That certainly resonates with me the young man said to his companions, clapping his hands and rubbing them together. He began walking towards the dig site behind the house when Mr Hornsby put his arm out in front of him.
Well the moon wanes. hahaha I wane and wax. Each day. Each moment. I wish I did anyway. I tend to explode and inflate. I think my tides are coming to me.
Ha! She laughed hyperbollically. "Nuance?! are you kidding me? What do you even know about nuance? Clearly nothing." The poor chap couldn't get a word in otherwise as she continued her tirade agianst his lack of worldly experience.
I used to care for children. A lot of children. Other people's children. I often sang them to sleep. I did not realize the nature of the
"lullabys" I sang until one of them asked me why the songs I sang were so sad. I was singing them mourning songs and suffregete songs.
What the fuck? This was the word yesterday. I am too tired to think of anything worth writing or thinking or sharing. Should I be using 'nor'. I just can't stop thinking about how this is crap and every since my shock therapy, my writing has turned to shit. Barren. My creativity is barren.
When will it happen? I've been drawing cards and being told for so long that clarity is coming "soon". I don't know what that means anymore.