Of course I could say all the extremely cliché things like writings always been a release, etc... but you've all heard that before, so I'll skip it.
Instead I'll say that sometimes the realities we create on the page are more gripping, more intense, and more REAL than the reality we live in could ever be. And so I invite you, lose yourself, and this world, in the page. Possibly permanantly. I know I would if I could.
xoxo,
Fierce_Flawless
Instead I'll say that sometimes the realities we create on the page are more gripping, more intense, and more REAL than the reality we live in could ever be. And so I invite you, lose yourself, and this world, in the page. Possibly permanantly. I know I would if I could.
xoxo,
Fierce_Flawless
- Last seen on Aug 22 2:01 PM 2006. Member since March 25, 2006.
- I am a woman from New York (United States)
- When I'm not writing, I'm Passion obsessed Awed by Beauty being.
- I have 2 comments, 125 poems, 4 stories
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William, I hope after this you can find some measure of peace. That maybe you'll find what you've been so desperately searching for all these years. Though it may have seemed o
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You walk along the pavement on a day no different than any other. The rain patters down around you in a surround sound Sony will never achieve. Your hands in your pockets, you
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“You’ll catch your death. He said. But she caught it in her crib. Somehow, she was misled, and gone before she lived."
And now she sits on a worn wood bench in a littered p200 words, 4 comments, February 26, 2004. In <200 lines, Other -
He apologizes and I say it's ok. but it's not ok. What he did is not ok. When you apologize you're supposed to do so with the knowledge that you sincerely will not repeat the o200 words, 3 comments, November 8, 2003. In <200 lines, Depression
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sharp slants of sun slither through the grass at evenings onset
