Weirdness
So I've been kinda absent from twitter and the internet over the last few days. I go through weird periods where I have shared a lot of myself and then I withdraw back into myself. There have been some opportunities that have presented themselves in my personal life at the moment and so I've been caught up with them. I was given a good job offer but I would have to move back across country. So... just lots of random things going on. Oh and my fish died. WTF. Maybe it's a sign? I dunno. But I haven't disappeared or anything, I'm still here. I have a couple reviews that I need to post as well. Hopefully I will get those up later. Also if any of you have read my interviews you will know that I started out writing poetry and just bits and pieces before I decided to write The Advice Girl. I have been so distracted lately that I have not been able to finish much of the sequel, but I will share something I wrote a couple nights ago. Try not to read too much into it, this is just what comes out at three o'clock in the morning for me. lol I wrote it in a couple minutes and I didn't edit it whatsoever. I don't believe in editing this kind of writing, I think it ruins the emotion. But that's just my opinion. :)
May 18, 2011Muse by L.A. Shaw
I'm still here … I can hear it whisper in my ear.Sounds far away, so distant it is barely there at all.A long forgotten friend, one I thought had died.It lives on somewhere, across the other side.
How I wish it would come play like it used to.There are no more cigarettes to smoke, nothing to burn.There are no ashes on my fingers or trailing in between the keys.The tears have long stopped falling and yet part of me still cries.
I pull on the night like I used to, begging it to come out.I tilt my head to the side and listen hard.What was once so easy to call, is almost entirely gone.Where have you gone? I ask the air out loud.
I'm still here… I can hear it whisper in my ear.I will always be a part of you, and you of me.Remember when we touched the depth of my sadness?I had never sobbed so deep.
I used to be something special… something special then.It was so easy to call you… it was so easy then.I don't want to lose this, what it is we have.I used to be something beautiful… something beautiful then.
When did I stop believing… in myself and in you?When did I stop listening… for you to speak through?How do I get it back, get back my muse?I never meant to tell you goodbye… it was just a ruse.
May 18, 2011Muse by L.A. Shaw
I'm still here … I can hear it whisper in my ear.Sounds far away, so distant it is barely there at all.A long forgotten friend, one I thought had died.It lives on somewhere, across the other side.
How I wish it would come play like it used to.There are no more cigarettes to smoke, nothing to burn.There are no ashes on my fingers or trailing in between the keys.The tears have long stopped falling and yet part of me still cries.
I pull on the night like I used to, begging it to come out.I tilt my head to the side and listen hard.What was once so easy to call, is almost entirely gone.Where have you gone? I ask the air out loud.
I'm still here… I can hear it whisper in my ear.I will always be a part of you, and you of me.Remember when we touched the depth of my sadness?I had never sobbed so deep.
I used to be something special… something special then.It was so easy to call you… it was so easy then.I don't want to lose this, what it is we have.I used to be something beautiful… something beautiful then.
When did I stop believing… in myself and in you?When did I stop listening… for you to speak through?How do I get it back, get back my muse?I never meant to tell you goodbye… it was just a ruse.
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