As the seasons passed by and it was fall again, I thought about the overhang. Beauty that gave it all. Striking down like a deceptive rainbow. I would have to be the one to trim it back the creative thorns.
Instead, I let it all brush over me. It was one of my favorite seasons in the past. I had gotten ahead of myself with new life. There was no reason for me to let a dull ache take over.
I stopped at a fallen tree. It was cut precisely. If not so, it would have never allowed me to realize its trunk was shaped like a heart. Two dominant branches stuck out from it.
I knew what it meant for me. I had to branch off and continue walking to find different love. But I embraced myself. Finding love in what was always there. A natural understanding to my passion with words. Nature outside of that. Or both. My strength. I was ready to see and explore so much. Knowing what I did and didn't like.
I traveled so far alone. And only later, met new people.
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Sticky Pieces - Epistolary Novel
Genel KurguSticky notes becomes sticky pieces when your paper rose becomes unglued. ━ Cover Design: MIST BISHOP ┃ W MistElix-ir15
