I am so aware of the boundaries of my love.I scratch at the hard paint. I use my nails up to the skin to see if I can still bleed.It hurts from my fingers all overseeping creeping whispering pain There used to be people. Others thought they were dead and they buried them.When they woke … Continue reading helpless
Sometimes it gets overwhelming. There's planning to do, character sheets to make, subplot to map out... And this scene is just not working the way you thought it would!