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Category: Creative Writing

Thanks

It was cold and windy. Celebration a distant memory. The day felt hollow and empty.

Weather

It has not rained for months.Yet, we feel the weight of precipitation.The sky is unrecognizable.We can’t weather a lengthy depression.

Here

I am sitting beneaththe rain of contemplation,wanting a relationshipfree of ridiculous expectations. I dream of nightswith intimate conversations.I want to experience companionshipwithout stipulations. I am longing for the sunshine.

The Void

From the equinox through the solstice, I’ve watched the passing of each new moon. So much of my time spent in darkness. I don’t know what to think anymore. It’s […]