Echo.
[date] March 24
[time] 10:25 PM
[hearing] The sound of my bed calling me.
Crawling Towards The Sun.
I don't want to say I don't write anymore, because that would be a lie. I just don't write well enough anymore that I'd want people to see it.
But I read. Rec me your story, and I'll most likely read it (maybe even leave a comment too.)