Cellar door
I really wanted to write cos I was very angry, but I'm so angry right now that I can't think of anything worth to be published; I'd be annoying and the empty net that's hosting me couldn't get bothered by my late whines.
Is anyone out there listening to me, the hell???!! > screamin'
Coming back to my brothers, maybe; talk to you later on.
No funny/clever/surprising/poetic/corny mood, as you probably guessed. 10 Points to you all then.
Is anyone out there listening to me, the hell???!! > screamin'
Coming back to my brothers, maybe; talk to you later on.
No funny/clever/surprising/poetic/corny mood, as you probably guessed. 10 Points to you all then.
posted by Light Stealer at 9:50 PM
1 Comments:
Hey...
I got here randomly. The only thing I can say is that I've always found writing very liberating. When I write, I just empty myself. Without having kindness or be considered with anyone. That is my little space of luxury. Nobody is there, only me.
Keep writing. It frees the soul
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