If I haven't posted in a while don't think of me as gone. I remain here waiting for my inspiration to hit me in the form of a freight train. And if my inspiration never comes; dear Juliet, I still love you. **I got tired of waiting on Juliet.** 452 followers / 12.6k words
Even if your pen is at rest for 5 years Dont pick it up and force the flow of words through the ink Because in that moment you have taken a skill and a work of art and turned it into a mediocre chore.
Perhaps if we are to meet again it will be in a different a life and a different body. Perhaps you'll look at me and smile, have a serious case of deja vu, and try again. A true example of second chances.
It's times like this when I curse my body for being broken. Why if my body is made to carry a child can I not reproduce? When I have a child laying in my arms, looking up at me with those big blue eyes its breaks my heart. My body will never be able to make a masterpiece such as this.
How did Heaven drift do far away? When did California become closer than a place intangible, within your heart? What do you do when you accidentally followed the red brick road instead of the yellow? Where do you...where do I, go from here? Who is there to guide me when my phone accidentally deleted Gods contact? Why is California closer than Heaven?
I'm the *****, the quiet girl in the front of the class, according to the handicap stall in the upstairs boys bathroom, a ****. I love, and when I do I love to no ends. But you'd never know how much this ***** loves, because there is no love shown.