There’s been a hawk circling my house. And around the corner, a brunette threw up in the gutter while her boyfriend went off somewhere with his friends. That’s never been my type of crowd, but then again, I was always a weird kid. It’s only getting worse. My house is my sanctuary and people are coming around less and less. It’s me. I’m pushing them away as far as I can. Living in solitude, growing a healthy fear of what’s normal. Tiny hands reach in and out in a rhythm I’m coming to terms with. I still think about it though, how to show them writing is my thing, my only thing, and nothing else. Along with love of course. But they already know I’m the soft kinda crazy. I personally like to call it passionate. Anyway, no matter how hard I fight it, my bones look just like his. And when we clatter in the moonlight it’s hard to know who’s him and who’s me. As we spin and glitch through time the world drifts around our skulls. To find myself I let out a howl, and as I do he does the same. Only I don’t know if he’s howling to find himself or if he’s howling just to howl with me.
Disturbing and beautiful altogether. Glad I was able to read you before drifting off tonight. Fodder for pre sleep thoughts. 😌
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Lol Disturbing and beautiful go so great together like salt and pepper. pre sleep thoughts can get real crazy hopefully this was the proper pre-sleep balance.
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Slept like a baby because I had been exposed to engaging writing 😊
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I really like the ending 😊
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Oh thank you. 🙂 I’m so glad you enjoyed it.
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100 X Wonderful! I have been stabbed many times. I have found shelter in my loneliness of writing. This is coming from a howling at the moon’ lover 🙂
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lol 100x you’re making me blush. Thank you Lulia for such kind words. Writing can get lonely but most of the time it’s the only place I want to be.
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Soft kinda crazy – I can relate!
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lol and explaining this to anyone else who wasn’t the soft kind of crazy seems like it would be a nightmare.
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Yass girl!
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hahaha
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I like it. My room is my Sanctuary.
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Though it could be tidier.
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hahaha my laundry room is in my bedroom. It’s never done. but I do enjoy making my bed these days. Not everyday though sometimes I just get too busy.
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‘My house is my sanctuary and people are coming around less and less. It’s me.’
Oh, do I relate…
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I’m glad to hear you relate. Sometimes I just have to back away to get the work done.
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Yes, it’s the only way, I think.
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Reblogged this on A Global Divergent Literary Collective and commented:
Daffni Ginger
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Thank you 😀 Yay!
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Reblogged this on erichmichaels and commented:
A wonderful, resonating vignette of the introverted artist. “It’s me” by daffniblog.
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Oh wow thank you so much. 😀
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Reblogged this on jimmi campkin and commented:
” My house is my sanctuary and people are coming around less and less. It’s me. I’m pushing them away as far as I can. Living in solitude, growing a healthy fear of what’s normal.”
Daffni communicating my thoughts better than I ever could.
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Love this. Re-blogged.
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