Writing hid story everyday some day will become one day. As the wind blew he sat in starbucks drinking a hot chocolate ad his phone upgraded.
His friends all grew up working or with family. He seen them as family but realized his chapter was over and would have to move on. They settled for their journey he wanted to do more with his writing or create turn his ideas into short clips.
He told the truth, and ****** people off. All his courage the confidence it took for him to put his being into the writing. Trying to find those feelings and emotions to express himself. Trying to be creative while others tried to censor him. Guilt him like he did wrong when all he did was express himself.
He loved the creative process it made sense so many want to be critics on the finish product. All his time and effort ripped apart in a matter of seconds. Wrote it down hoping to make sense of the insanity.