I flop on the bed and think about him sneaking his hands under my robe but shove that idea because lately I can’t figure out who’s who and then I’m like who am I. And then I just get tired and go to sleep without writing a thing. I dreamed we snuggled and he ate tacos. It’s funny because I never eat in my dreams but he did. And when the voices in my head get real bad he used to let me yell at em or he’d make some silly inside joke and they’d all drift away into the night where I came from. Which means we, the voices and I, have reunited. And now my writing never seems good enough. And my face is too fat. I look in the mirror and squeeze my abs. Then turn to the side and twerk a little bit. I pinch the fat hanging over my pants and shake my head and then my butt to make myself feel better. I floss and brush and look at my two baby molars that are getting ready to fall out. Reminds me of the times he made me show him my teeth. I want to drink without a hangover and love without needing to be loved in return but life doesn’t work that way does it. Well it could work in small doses but that’s no fun at all.
“And now my writing never seems good enough. And my face is too fat.” I love you Daffni. Your writing’s brilliant and you always know what I’M thinking. How do you do that? Haha x
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We share a thinker i guess. lol Thank you for the encouragement. I really do appreciate it.
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I really like your style of prose. It had a very enjoyable flow.
If this is you yelling, you yell in song, so please keep doing so. Project your voice straight up at the sky and maybe it will bounce down to the ears of those who need to hear it.
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I’m so glad you liked it. What nice things to say. I shall take your advice and yell to the sky maybe that will silence everyone’s critic for a short time. And we’ll all just write write write with no shame.
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Excellent. 🙂 If you should so feel inclined, I would like to hear a recording and/or written representation of that experience. That might be something I could respond to. I could do with a good skyward yell today. 🙂
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Life has a habit of catching up with you when you least expect it!
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It does doesn’t it.
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falling asleep instead of writing is my thing lately, too.
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Writing and thinking about writing takes a lot outta me. :-\ but I always just hope I get it done. I tend to beat myself up when it doesn’t.
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same. if the stories are already played out in my mind, I’ve lived them and getting them out is just a privilege.
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I like the way you put that. how it’s a privilege to get them out.
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I don’t know why but the talk of teeth fallng out, freaks me out! In other words, once again I’m affected by your evocative writing. Yes! 🙂
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I hate losing my teeth I have three baby teeth and two are getting ready to come out. The dr said I’ll probably need implants. That scares the poop out of me. I don’t want them to fall out. 😦
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“I want to drink without a hangover and love without needing to be loved in return but life doesn’t work that way does it. Well it could work in small doses but that’s no fun at all.”
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