The Second One.
Good Morning, There used to be a six part story here, but I recently reverted it to a draft because I felt it needing fine tuning. It was quite cathartic going on my tangent, and perhaps I will have more multi-part stories in the future, but they will mostly be stand alone entries. Since writing out that story, however, I was inspired to write several poems (not all about those events) which was very bizarre. In high school, I used to write poetry a lot. They offered many creative writing courses, and I took most of them. We were encouraged to write a poem every single day, even if it turned out to be garbage. Oh, the garbage I created. Like a lot of hobbies though- if you don't use it, you lose it, and I lost my passion/pension for creating things. It has been many years since I've written a poem, so this feels scary, but also exciting. New words seem to be surfacing each day. I shared these with a couple friends before posting them here to make sure they weren't trash, ...
