dreaming of goddesses, sunflowers and italian sunshine.
yet, every heaven has a hell under its surface.

write free, SomeFormOfWriting
miss you, LackingASocialLife

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trying to write at least one piece a day, in memory of paperbird and to improve myself

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i blinked and you were gone

August 6, 2019

the comprehension of such a thing, but understanding slipping away like spider's silk or a crisp autumn leaf caught in the creek's current; we awake and then forget, for the language everyone knows but will never truly understand is that of dreams.


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  • luluwrites111

    love this

    6 months ago
  • ajamwal

    agreed, you approach these prompts so beautifully!!

    6 months ago
  • Onion3102

    your imagery is beautiful!

    6 months ago