Jealous – Labrinth
I’m jealous of the rain
That falls upon your skin
It’s closer than my hands have been
I’m jealous of the rain
I’m jealous of the rain
That falls upon your skin
It’s closer than my hands have been
I’m jealous of the rain
I don’t know what I’m planning on writing right now. All I know is that I’ve been absent on here. I’ve been absent in the commitment I made to myself to write regularly. And maybe I feel particularly guilty right now as it’s NaNoWriMo. A time of year when would-be novelists the world over come together to write beautiful stories together even though they may be worlds apart.
Continue readingSometimes I shave my legs and sometimes I don’t
Sometimes I comb my hair and sometimes I won’t
Depend of how the wind blows I might even paint my toes
It really just depends on whatever feels good in my soul
Nobody ever told her she was beauty
One day, she realised she was already free
The colour in her eyes was fire rising
She found the light inside, a new horizon
It can sometimes feel like your writing for noone. Which isn’t necessarily a bad thing because I’m mainly writing for me. But it’s nice to know that people are reading too.
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