Anyway, I've jotted down a few lines of "poetry," if you can even call them that. And the random paragraph mentioned a while ago is now 450 words. If I can break 500 in the next 5-10 minutes, it may mean I've an idea worth working on. Or, at least, one that I can go with for a while. I'd really like to get some writing out of my system, and some of my more obscure ideas down, before NaNoWriMo, and I get to focus on one plot line at a time.
So, before I go, I'll let you read some random lines that I wrote down today. I think I intended it to be a bit of cathartic poetry, getting some things out. But, I also think I was writing down lines to go with other lines at a later date. So, they don't go together. I don't know. It at least shows how jumbled my head is right now.
I'm not bitter, I'm a realist.
I don't expect change, because I know it won't happen.
You are the car crash that I witnessed; that crash is why I won't drive.
There is no reason for such hostility.
Pettiness gets old rather quickly.
Paranoia doesn't go away, especially when there is no trust.
Your empty words are quite stale.
Sarah
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