The well As it was in the beginning Overflowing with wonderment Cascading toward the future Turned bone-brittle dry From a series of generational choices Infiltrated

Reclaiming my inner badass at 50
The well As it was in the beginning Overflowing with wonderment Cascading toward the future Turned bone-brittle dry From a series of generational choices Infiltrated
Friends I always thought That I was prone to losing them right After I came out or At some point along the journey (But growing
Just a punk kid from Jersey w/heart You can read more of J.D.’s writing on Instagram
laughing a little in the dream i had a roasted turnip with paprika for breakfast maybe that’s it it’s noon on Alpha Omega how does
The well of loneliness is deep So deep, a hand reaching in Cannot stretch to hold The well of loneliness is dark So dark, a
Searching for something In this void Of fatigue– A tender touch Or warm skin to lie against, A hope to grasp When against slick Stone.
The Well of Loneliness can be dark and deep the walls slippery no handholds to grasp onto but no matter how far down we are
when I first embraced love that dared not speak its name I was drawn to her moth to flame I could not bear to leave
Throughout the month of September, I will be providing a daily writing prompt based on the title of a well-regarded book where the main character