I thought of the silence after a sentence and the echo of a moved out house.
I thought of the jarring crash of glass against glass and the froth on the beach in autumn wind.
I thought of icy tiles at 3 AM after too much gin and the clacking of keys until the sun seeped in.
I thought of what was
and
finally
of what could’ve been.
– sc
sheila sea 
Excellent job….funny thing was…I almost called the one I just posted thoughts…lmao
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haha thank you! it happens. lmao there’s only so many words, you know.
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beautifully penned thoughts…the could’ve been(s) can really eat away at one’s sanity…
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lol yeah, I think it’s the main reason I write honestly. just to keep from going insane.
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welcome to the club 😀
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And the older one gets . . . Honest writing as a ward against insanity is the best writing. When I peruse the lollipop lines of the “esoterics” I want to rid my stomach of what I have just digested — if you get my gist. Yours tends to make it through the whole system and sit there while I mull it over. I could use an analogy of passing gas, but it might not make sense and offend, so I won’t. 🙂
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hahahaha you’re hilarious. I’m not offended, you’re gracious for even coming and leaving your thoughts.
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I meant “ingested” for “digested.”
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lol, noted!
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Makes me dive deep into unkown thoughts
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I agree that writing helps one keep their sanity. It is a great way of expression and I enjoy your writing.
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Love the rhythm and sounds in this one! Great writing!
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Thank you, I’m so glad to hear that. 🙂
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