#NaPoWriMo Day 10: Changed, Unchanged.

It takes a while.

#NaPoWriMo Day 9: An Artist’s To-Do List.

Over-think until your eyelids close.

#NaPoWriMo Day 8: Yellow.

Pluck a sunflower in my memory.

#NaPoWriMo Day 6: The Sea Has No Answers For Me.

Sometimes, there are no answers.

#NaPoWriMo Day 4: Bridge to Oblivion.

Who hasn't planned their own funeral in their heads?

#NaPoWriMo Day 3: Loving Words For A Memory.

We have painted this picture of what peace could look like.

#NaPoWriMo Day 2: Walked Away.

You'd rather pick peace.

#NaPoWriMo Day 1: The Little Dancer.

Sculpted to win over.

By A Thread.

Ripped apart at the seams.

Call Me Home.

One to which you’ll never return.

What Cloud Ever Will?

Leave ashes in your wake.

Stories of the Star-Crossed.

I wouldn’t know where to begin.

The Ever-Elusive.

Out of reach, but just barely.

Every Page.

Losing years of sleep.

Buried Six Feet Under.

Writing about metaphorical death is so much fun.

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