Hey you, I hope all is well
can see you living your dreams
no fuss, I'm living mine too
I wanted to tell you that
it's been really fun lately
and that I'm excited for more
but I grow afraid of what's in store
as I drift from who I was before
I do quiver with fear
and even now my voice shakes
but I have come too far
to turn back now
someday you'll see me
armed with a backbone
so I can stop leaning on you
and I could better lean on me
hope all is well
someday, we'll see
-
inspired by paying attention to a friend I've grown distant with
more works on my instagram @ephrain_
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DEUXQANE
93% of communication is non-verbal. Here's the other 7%.
I'm a licensed therapist. I love my kettlebell, steel mace, and rower. I've a soft spot for sci-fi, rollerblading, herbalism, poetry, drag race, EDM, and spending time in nature.
The Road to Nowhere
Trigger warnings: Violence, Death. "May the Sun burn your tongue out, woman," Fredrick's father screamed the curse into his mother's ear as their elegant little carriage rumbled along, its polished wood and gilded trim glinting in the torchlight. They had just left the small village of Saffron and were on an unnamed road to the capital for the Royal wedding. Fredrick leaned back in his plush velvet seat to escape into the passing landscape, but across from him sat the servant boy, a scrappy lad named Jack. Jack's eyes held a mixture of awe and fear, the kind that only a commoner could feel in the presence of nobility. Jack looked up and caught Fredrick's gaze, offering him a sad little smile before reaching into his pocket and retrieving a little caramel treat. This candy was no doubt stolen from the kitchen treat cupboard; if he was caught with it, he would be locked in the box as punishment.
By Frank English4 days ago in Fiction
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