Dancing bears, painted wings
Things I almost remember
I'd like to thank the WtW community for always being so supportive
without you, I would never have picked writing up for real
I would never have become BlueOwl, or Athene
I would've kept being [redacted], just [redacted]
And a song someone sings Once upon a December
this is a song I love because it mentions my "birthmonth"
it makes me nostalgic about childhood
things I loved and will never have again
glinting eyes and innocence
Someone holds me safe and warm (...)
Across my memory
yet passion burns and love aches
I haven't lost it all
I am alive and for as long as I write
I will never fall
Far away, long ago
glowing dim as an ember
things my heart used to know
once upon a December
Thank you to everyone on WtW for everything. The reviews and the support really helped me grow as a writer. I don't have the words to express how heartbreaking it is to be posting this message years before my 18th birthday, the date I actually thought I'd leave this website.
There are many ppl and pieces I would have liked to give a shoutout to, but apparently many have been removed and/or got out of here before I got the chance. So, if we interacted, through reviews or comments, even if I didn't reply, be sure that I read what you wrote and it warmed my heart to be interacting with someone who was also passionate about writing (something I don't really have irl). Really, I can't thank you enough for existing.
But everything ends. We are the living proof of such: we're made of stardust. We're made from ending yet we are a beginning. So this is my supernova: my ending, but also a new beginning.
my username is the same on Prose. (if you ever want to find me on the web)