I love you people
I missed school Monday and Tuesday to write poetry.
Well, that perhaps wasn't quite the reason I missed school, but it did turn into a painful-lovely writing fest. "Words aren't a pen and paper/and literature isn't a pastime." But that's just how it is. I look at my life and know that the only reason I still exist is literature: it's the inherent power of writing, of reading - of falling in love with the written word: "There are word-passions so lovestrong/that they cement-hold fragile/voices/ to their unlives."
And the latest Honourshill chapter made me cry today. I'm not much of one to tout fictionpress stories but this one is remarkable (especially into the later chapters).
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osunale) wrote,
alive
