The Field, The Door, The Altar
The Field is Infinite.It has always been there… waiting for you. Just beyond the veil of a tenuous grasp on reality, the warm smell of sun and dirt and grass clinging to you like a day you once had and then forgot. A feeling of deja vu, digging at you when you wake up but you ignore it, like you always do, it’s just the dream, it has always been the dream. You’ve been having it since you were…
#writing #oneforsorrow #spilledink
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#keepwriting #sharpeningthepen
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#amwriting #sharpeningthepen
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If you could see the wreck I am these days, you’d have no reasons to stay away. #miserynevergoesoutofstyle
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For me want you to be more into it than this, for me to want more than you seem to want to give. #wiccaphasespringseternal #riplilpeep
Tonight the screaming hurts. #boysnightout #trainwreck
#writing #notsurewheretoputit
