Undreamt dreams, unformed memories Unsaid words, of what could be Shards of the heart, desires frothing over Wistful wishes, my fistful of sky Tender imprints on my mind's canvas I offer as oblation into the fire within
"Wistful wishes, my fistful of sky " Very nice! You should ignore prose and move on to poetry, my friend. Happy writing! And hopefully none of this based on real life trauma? :-)
Thanks! I'll take that as a compliment, and not as a suggestion that my prose is bad ;) Some things from real life I regurgitate, and some my imaginary friend dictates :)
Relentless warrior against windmills, champion of pedantic non sequiturs, deconstructively critical when provoked, in doubt, and at all other times. Subject has so many edges that he may fleetingly be mistaken to be well-rounded by a casual observer. If said illusion of well-roundedness is not visible at first, a small (or large) amount of squinting may do the trick.
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"Wistful wishes, my fistful of sky
" Very nice! You should ignore prose and move on to poetry, my friend. Happy writing! And hopefully none of this based on real life trauma? :-)
Thanks! I'll take that as a compliment, and not as a suggestion that my prose is bad ;)
Some things from real life I regurgitate, and some my imaginary friend dictates :)
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