Change

You know how they say that it's great to listen to the songs you've listened to when you were sad and realise how happy you are now. But can we talk about being sad and listening to the music you listened to when you were happy. Yeah it's kind of heartbreaking.
I started writing again. It's great. It's frustrating. It makes me angry, but I get extremely happy whenever I use semicolons or complicated figures of speech. It's great.

“Good luck,” Stephen laughs. A small zephyr melts the heat as transparent lace-like clouds form in the pale sky. Their shadow covers up the sunned fields of wheat, creating a moment that does not bear the definition of time. It is like the conversation is omnipresent and can be found in absolutely everything. As he walks, the grey walls of dirty mundane buildings trap him in the passage of heavy memories. Every corner pierces him, reminding him of Stephen’s distant voice. He is compressed; he is trapped. The conversation haunts him. Every little word, every sentence said, every distorted sound of the poor internet connection. It is engraved in the mundane walls and the sunned fields of wheat. It is engraved in the transparent lace-like clouds. It is engraved in him.

Man, I love it. I love writing. Doodled my OCs this morning.
Also I'm almost at 1k followers on instagram! Yas! <3
Listening to music that I used to love when I still had big dreams. The taste of coffee, fur coat, the smell of winter in the dark. It hurts a bit.