Hello, lovelies. It's been almost a month since I've last blogged-for that, I'm sorry, mostly to myself.
Here's a little thing I wrote a while ago. One day, I hope to make it part of a story.
Here's a little thing I wrote a while ago. One day, I hope to make it part of a story.
The
weather was beautiful, the breeze stirring. I was on the terrace, and the sky
was the Dreamworks sky again, the stars patterned just for me, in a language I
couldn’t decipher and didn’t need to. I chatted with the boy who’d liked me,
and whom I cared for most when he didn’t, and wished it were socially
acceptable to speak with friends the way I do with a blank page, wished I could
describe this moment of pure scenic joy, pure Keatsian beauty, like this, to
him.
Love.
~Sam
