I miss my city (this piece is no good)
From August 13 2011:
Climbing spires and cumulus sky.
When the ink used to flow from the pen, when the words came easy and you thought they were no good , all you dreamed of was a new set of stars.
Clichés are there for a reason, because no one can ever appreciate what they have until it's gone. You never know how you thrived.
Habits are a sign of the bad to come.
Hold fast.
Climbing spires and cumulus sky.
When the ink used to flow from the pen, when the words came easy and you thought they were no good , all you dreamed of was a new set of stars.
Clichés are there for a reason, because no one can ever appreciate what they have until it's gone. You never know how you thrived.
Habits are a sign of the bad to come.
Hold fast.