It's fitting, that this is my first entry on Prosebook. The feel, and smell of it all. I'm in a way right now...watching, waiting, anticipating. Ding Dong, OD is dead....and while I share your sentiment for the most part, get the fuck over it. A lifetime subscription was meant for the lifetime of the site, and we all knew that wouldn't last.
I mentioned I'm in a way...and I am. My skin, tingling, almost with this ridiculous burning passion to put pen to paper. Like I HAVE to write. It's been a unique evening. My eyes open, my mind stupid in thought.
I think of you. And I wonder if you think of me.
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