Music is my life. I don't know what I would do without a melody there to calm me or inspire me. But I can't write music, or create anything musical on my own. So I choose to write. Instead of putting something to song, I'll write about the feelings I have, or the experiences around me like it wasn't me experiencing them. Writing helps me get away and I don't know what I'd do without it.
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Crinkled and worn out, another garment of clothing graces the floor with a large thump. Oops. Must have left my phone in the pocket. I fish it out and start tap, tap, tapping away in reply to a...
Sitting in my room, my blanket covering me like shield from the outside world. I sunk deeper into my mind. Every league of my mind filled with joy and happiness.
The wind blew through the rusting leaves on the trees and the charcoal clouds blew along in tow.
They had veen walking for several days now and the air was thick with grey mist that prevented then from seeing even 5ft infront of themselves.