Status: Awkward 3 year hiatus is over. Probs lost all my readers. RIP. Comment or something if you want this ongoing :)
365 Days.
329.
My phone is loaded with messages,
some from Malcolm,
asking how I was,
others from Chase,
asking where the fuck I was.
And finally,
from Mickel,
apologizing and pleading to call him.
He wants to talk.
I don't.
There is no way I am speaking to him.
Lowering the paintbrush,
I gaze at the painting in front of me.
Green leaves with purple and white flowers,
little faeries peeking out from those flowers,
watching little birds sing,
watching bugs fuss about,
and feeding bees some honey.
One of the faeries that’s feeding a bee looks like Magnus.
The one sitting back and watching it all happen looks like Chase.
All the faeries represent people I know,
except only one is missing.
Mickel.
And I’m damn right glad he is.
some from Malcolm,
asking how I was,
others from Chase,
asking where the fuck I was.
And finally,
from Mickel,
apologizing and pleading to call him.
He wants to talk.
I don't.
There is no way I am speaking to him.
Lowering the paintbrush,
I gaze at the painting in front of me.
Green leaves with purple and white flowers,
little faeries peeking out from those flowers,
watching little birds sing,
watching bugs fuss about,
and feeding bees some honey.
One of the faeries that’s feeding a bee looks like Magnus.
The one sitting back and watching it all happen looks like Chase.
All the faeries represent people I know,
except only one is missing.
Mickel.
And I’m damn right glad he is.
♠ ♠ ♠
Short update.... Third coming through in about an hour.