What’s one thing you’ve never written about before… but secretly want to? No judgment here. Let’s heal together. 💙

Have you ever written something and thought, “Wow… I didn’t even know I felt that.” If you’re comfortable sharing: What’s one piece of writing that surprised you emotionally? Could be a sentence, a poem, a journal entry, anything. Let’s hold space for each other here 🕊️

Hey guys, Massive welcome to Casey, Great to have you onboard ✨

What do you find the most difficult when it comes to writing ….? Personally - after 35+ years of writing I would have to say it’s the old enemy of “forcing it” There’s still so many times I want to write, I sit - pen in hand with a line in my head, and proceed to scribble but I quickly realise that’s it’s not flowing and that actually I’m forcing the lines. It used to result in me deleting everything and walking away in frustration but I’ve long since learnt to leave the words, and forget about it until such a time as I can take inspiration from what was left. I have revisited many pieces from doing this, weeks, months and even years later. It’s better to have half written ideas you can work on, than no ideas at all ✨

Everything, and every little thing in you burnt me to the ground and in the worlds between. The waking wind of fall would scatter my ashes somewhere to find warmth, to create a spark that holds a cold heart, even just a second. Yea, just a second sounds enough. But not even the ashes remain. No, nothing can be left after that. Not a thing that holds a life, nor strenght to keep your eyes open, keen ability to feel . Ah yes, miss feelings so fucking much. Specially the one that made you to believe that you can make it through this time, or the one which gave you trust into someones arms would give you an eternal home. Those petite, so petite arms that shredded skin while they slithered under my shirt. Ah fucking hell no, this one. One that made me feel like i'm enough. So yea, why the games and not pull the trigger before the start of eternal pain for both of our sakes? I knew you loved to feel pain, but come fucking on. I served you the gun with my heart like a breakfest to bed, remember? I carved your fucking name on my neck, did you mine huh? Even on that bullet Neverthless, we wander now in a land of opposites of what was once beautiful, once innocent shared dream so don't ask me if i'm ok? Don't just ask. Don't fucking say a word to me never again Still, why not a little whisper as a warning before you left? Or was there too many before whose echoes were lost in the deafening discrepancy. In any case a small shout of our corrupted, twisted souls blew me away, sentenced us away to hunt the unbroken parts of us again in this hell, this so called realm full of broken mirrors and images. Where it's impossible to look at, to look back That's why i noted in the beginnin that make things crystal fucking clear, or just let me be and hand me back to comforting, crushing loneliness and darkness. Fucked up i know, specially now that you showed jealousy and twisted that on my face. But yea if there was one mistress on my half that holded me more close and more long, it was her. The despairing loneliness. Well she got me back after you threw me away like a trash while fucking other guys when i was still there, so are you relieved now or devastated. I know. I am too. So here we go