I always seem to dig myself into a rut before I start to attempt something I have been planning for days
sometimes weeks even...
haven’t been doing a whole lot of writing
this due to a couple of reasons
it seems that sadness is my most powerful muse...
the storm had past
the sea has settled
I sore another ship
with a familiar flag
armed with aspyglass
I took a look
so I’ve been a little lazy with my posts
as my brain as usual as found something else
a possible new project…
I feel I’ve dried out
sometimes thou the sensation returns
yearning and wanting what it’s missing
the time between...
Dominique stood as close as she could to the wall and its protective shield
it was like a electric web surrounding the city she...
I always get stuck in my fkn head
chasing my own tail
I’m just a shadow of my former self
so I feel old trends coming back...