cosmicteacups (United Kingdom) published:
FREE WRITING
Time waits for no man. It moves, constantly rushing, slipping, sliding away from us as we chase it. Stretching, squeezing, bending in an endless current. So fast, the way that everything can change in an instant and just when you think you’ve caught up? It switches direction, jumps, droops, falls as you helplessly try to sprint after it in a headlong rush. We only have ourselves to blame, I suppose (they say time is a concept after all) for trying...
2 months ago
cosmicteacups (United Kingdom) published:
FREE WRITING
Time waits for no man. It moves, constantly rushing, slipping, sliding away from us as we chase it. Stretching, squeezing, bending in an endless current. So fast, the way that everything can change in an instant and just when you think you’ve caught up? It switches direction, jumps, droops, falls as you helplessly try to sprint after it in a headlong rush. We only have ourselves to blame, I suppose (they say time is a concept after all) for trying...
2 months ago
cosmicteacups (United Kingdom) liked Boys Walking Down The Streets by ??? (on hiatus) (India)
3 months ago
cosmicteacups (United Kingdom) published:
PROMPT: Setting as Mood
4 months ago
cosmicteacups (United Kingdom) liked an ode to the stars i stole from the sky by Cosmogyral (United States)
4 months ago
cosmicteacups (United Kingdom) liked remember when we would read the back of cereal boxes? by em wilder (United States)
4 months ago
cosmicteacups (United Kingdom) published:
FREE WRITING
I think that sometimes
I forget
that people change
That the girl in my tutor
I first talked to
four years ago
is different now. However slightly,
she has changed.
I pack them in boxes,
seal them up,
and put them aside, under tidy little labels.
And walk away.
And I think sometimes
I forget
that change is okay.
And maybe it’s okay for me to change.
To want to stop being the quiet, smart, shy one at the back...
4 months ago
cosmicteacups (United Kingdom) published:
FREE WRITING
I think that sometimes
I forget
that people change
That the girl in my tutor
I first talked to
four years ago
is different now. However slightly,
she has changed.
I pack them in boxes,
seal them up,
and put them aside, under tidy little labels.
And walk away.
And I think sometimes
I forget
that change is okay.
And maybe it’s okay for me to change.
To want to stop being the quiet, smart, shy one at the back...
4 months ago
cosmicteacups (United Kingdom) published:
PROMPT: Why I Write
I write. I write to find myself. To gather the words to sum up my innermost feelings (they say we were once hunter-gatherers and it's never been more true), those which sounds don't justify// I write to lose myself. The endless flow of commas, full stops, verbs, nouns// I
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4 months ago