september orange

A gasp of sunlight pulls through

the September orange coating the walls,

curling with the winds and rains

of an approaching storm.

The eloquence of your heartbeat

grows stifled and changed,

enumerating your fears,

encapsulating them,

dragging you down.

A moment of grace deflowered by regret.

A breath of tomorrow exhaled by desire,

inhaled by reality.

Em

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midnight musings

-I love being so excited about a new part of a story you're writing that you can't sleep at night.

-I hate being so excited about a new part of your story that you can't even write it down because thoughts are coming too quickly and too powerfully.
-sometimes i get scared to write because I don't want the first draft to be bad. so I just don't write.
-that is no good.

-memories sting in the best of ways, don't they?

-as cliche as it is, I adore Hamlet

-I can't decide if my master's degree should focus on creative writing or literature.

-that scares me.

-when it rains i feel more focused

-when it rains i feel more lazy and ready to cuddle into being unproductive.

-i like sitting in empty bath tubs after the water has drained. The porcelain stays warm long after the water has left.

-when smells sneak up on you, nostalgia burrowing into your soul, you go numb for a moment. 

-i love going numb. 

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