Sadness grows inside me by aspen branches and wild vines. With every day it fills my inside, with every sunset becomes more anxious, overflowing over the edge will I be able to keep it's emptiness and cold inside again... When morning comes, my nightmares crumble to dry leaves, and at the head of the bed, curled up in a ball sits Autumn, which touches my face with her pale hands. And I know that I will lose her again, with the first greyness of snow outside the window. But now we still have time, there are sorrows that can fill our souls, there is the pain of memories that settles inside our skulls... She will tell me about leaves suicide by the rustle of the winds, about mossy backwaters by the smell of dampness, about trees sinking into the oblivion by the touch of her fingers on the rough bark... And I will listen to her timid whisper, wandering through the gardens and parks that shelter these tales of death.
Her timid whisper.
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So, another writing/life update for y’all!
I’m feeling a lot better, but am still pretty tired as of today. I got a little writing done today, but not much. I just need to be in an excited mood to write this chapter and I’m just not feeling it rn.
So, as of right now, I’d say Chapter 16 of Hands will be delayed until about Monday or Tuesday (hopefully).
I just really don’t wanna short change y’all and not write out exactly what I have planned for this chapter.
So, it’s just gonna take a little longer than expected.