I had plans. They kept failing. Nevermind. Now, I can tell everyone that failed plans do not stop a life, that life goes on anyways in one way or another. It might not be the way you wanted but it is still going on in a way. That’s nothing to feel sad about it. There’s still time, and things waiting to be done. It’s some hour of night and I am half naked in my red room, staring at the fan blades, watching them cutting air again and again. Not a word or a scream. All dead things are lying around so quietly. I can barely take it.
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This is fantastic prose and it really cuts deep. These lines really resonated with me:
“Now, I can tell everyone that failed plans do not stop a life, that life goes on anyways in one way or another.”
“Not a word or a scream. All dead things are lying around so quietly. I can barely take it.”
It feels gothic in description and I feel like I’m reading a story of someone who is disillusioned. That is too true for many, to feel disappointment–to wonder if anything will work; also to then realize that things move on with or without you. It’s all the same. You hit it all on the target there. It’s beautifully written and raw.
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Wow! I am so glad to read your thoughts on this. I just kept writing what all came in that moment. Really really appreciate you stopping by and sharing your thoughts here 🙌🙌🙌
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So good. You have such excellent pacing in your writing. Everything hits just perfectly so.
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Thank you so much, Allison 🙌 This coming from you means a lot really ❤️❤️
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🥰🙏🏻❤️
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