Why write this?
I didn’t want to write this, but the thing with writing is that you don’t always have a choice. When a thing wants to be written it won’t leave you alone until it’s out of your head and on paper. I guess you’d call it a poem. No, it doesn’t rhyme, but this is how it’s been rattling around in my head for days, so this is how it’s meant to be. I didn’t want to write it because it hurts and makes me cry. But… it is what it is. Come on over to the writer’s corner over at the OpalTurtle Apothecary. We’ve got notebooks and all kinds of pens. I might even let you borrow a fountain pen.