I don't think this belongs in the drabble for drabble swap thread.
In all honesty this was probably one of the most distinguished pieces of art I've read. The wording and the descriptive everything. It literally just poured out of the page in awesome. I loved every word. Ever paragraph was something I didn't want to end. It literally made me realize how much I need writing to be a part of my life. I honestly have to say I adored how grotesque it was, it just was perfect. The one thing was the formatting looks a bit strange.
Out here, she can’t see the constellations. With just glitter and the ____________far away remnants of silver, what is she supposed to hold onto? The ____________razor-sharp tongue of the moon? Or the shivering shred of night that ____________too soon gives way to day?
In all honesty this was probably one of the most distinguished pieces of art I've read. The wording and the descriptive everything. It literally just poured out of the page in awesome. I loved every word. Ever paragraph was something I didn't want to end. It literally made me realize how much I need writing to be a part of my life. I honestly have to say I adored how grotesque it was, it just was perfect. The one thing was the formatting looks a bit strange.
Out here, she can’t see the constellations. With just glitter and the ____________far away remnants of silver, what is she supposed to hold onto? The ____________razor-sharp tongue of the moon? Or the shivering shred of night that ____________too soon gives way to day?
my favorite paragraph.