Darkened PrismHe says his mind used to feel like a shining breeze. As if you could see wind and it had different colors and textures to it. He says his mind used to be like that. It felt like a soft breeze of light. The kind that would flip the pages of an old hard cover novel you had gotten from the library and had momentarily left on the porch on a warm summer day. He says that was what his mind used to feel like to him.Darkened Prism
He says now his mind feels like a dark cave cutting deep into a volcano. The only light there comes from vomiting vents of smoldering lava. All you see is red on black. There are things scurrying in the black that you catch
Truthful Shadow“Back to winter,” He says.Truthful Shadow
She looks up into the sky as the high cirrus clouds drift overhead. Their slow flight east unmarred by the cold western winds far below them. She stands next to him as that wind whips around them, encircling and assaulting them with the dead leaves of autumn and the cold chill of early November.
She looks back earthward to him. He meets her stare with his own impassive gaze. He uses his middle finger to gently nudge his glasses up the ridge of his nose and turns to the road. They had walked two miles since they left the house and that had been the first thing he had said. She had gotte
I got inspired
well, eff that.
thank you for writing. and for coffee as a tool of the trade. and for liking yourself.
thank you. really.
you're welcome
Try writing something more personal.
The more of you you invest in something the better it comes out I find.
About the make friends thing: You dont. Or, well, you can watch people, and then you get a message on your devwatch when someone on your watchlist post a new deviation. The watch-button is at the top of a persons profile,to the right ^^
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- don't drugs, do cake!
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