I fellI fell.I fell
I fell from sight. I fell from grace.
I fell to earth.
As I was cast out I tried to fight. I reached my hand up to grapple with my fate. Thorny barriers scratched my hand as I tried to climb back into favor. The pain seared through my skin all the way to my marrow. It was almost as painful as having your sould ripped to pieces. I let go because I lack conviction.
And I fell.
I slammed into the ground. White flashes popped inside my head. I was naked and blind with no memory. Dried blood caked my arm. My hand had jagged cuts along the bones so paper thin
| I write whatever. I have no genre. Sometimes I feel fantastical, other times I feel a little down. My writing reflects my mood. My writing also reflects what's going on around me. I like watching people. You could call it observing, I call it being nosey. Sometimes my writing it disjointed because I have a stream of thought style. Some people like it, some people hate it. And that's okay. |
