You know what hurts? When there's nothing you can say, when there's nothing you can do, and you just have to watch this person who you care so much about as they hurt - that sucks. Have you ever been in that moment when you realize that they're hurting worse than you are? Except, you don't know how they feel. The thing is, you've never felt that. You can't sympathize. You can't give them any advice and you can't tell them you know what they mean. It makes you feel completely and utterly helpless.
There is a picture at this link. It isn't my picture, but I found it just surfing through Google Images. I thought I'd share it with you. And with this, I'll move away from depressing topics.
I guess today would be a good day to share one of my random hobbies with you. I love to write. I love words. So, in my spare time, I often write a little bit. Usually just snippets that turn into a part of a story that ends up being tossed into a folder and ignored when I decide I no longer like it. One such story began with but a single paragraph, written only because I was bored. I wrote 6 and a half chapters off of it, and decided it wasn't going to work in the way I had thought originally. I don't like the rest of the story, but I suppose I could share that first paragraph with you. Let me know what you think; constructive criticism is always welcome.
I open the curtains in my room and the sunshine pours through the glass, illuminating my room. I push open the window to let in the crisp autumn air. A soft morning breeze ruffles my damp hair and sends a chill over my skin. My dog stretches and yawns on the rug. I breathe in the taste of fall with a calm appreciation. This is my heaven.
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Please keep in mind, I wrote this two years ago. I also didn't edit it before posting this. I'm not completely happy with it, but I'm not sure if I want to do anything with it yet, so I left it the way it was. Thus, it isn't really my best writing.
Remembering,
Shansie
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Please keep in mind, I wrote this two years ago. I also didn't edit it before posting this. I'm not completely happy with it, but I'm not sure if I want to do anything with it yet, so I left it the way it was. Thus, it isn't really my best writing.
Remembering,
Shansie