Your words brought back the passion for mine.
Passion that I was more than happy to note down as mere memories.
Memories that I would dust off every once in a while and reflect.
Reflect on the pen to paper; pencil sometimes. Late nights, thesaurus in hand, moonlit by the glare from my computer screen.
My computer that holds so much of me. I had tricked myself into believing I did not care.
Passion that I was more than happy to note down as mere memories.
Memories that I would dust off every once in a while and reflect.
Reflect on the pen to paper; pencil sometimes. Late nights, thesaurus in hand, moonlit by the glare from my computer screen.
My computer that holds so much of me. I had tricked myself into believing I did not care.
Honesty, finally got the best of me.
© shellyhu
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