justaoifethings

Dear Becky, To be honest, I can understand where you're coming from on this one, but you're being over dramatic. This was such an exciting thing and I had no hesitation in being a part of it. I know I didn't realise at the time that she would be there, but it's ok. That was a long time ago, and it was always her decision to not speak to you. She avoids eye contact, let alone talks to you. She won't talk to you while you're there and can't hurt you because other people will be there. Don't let her ruin something that's so exciting. I don't have to talk to her. I doubt she'll show up half of the time. You do your job and be the best you can be. It'll be like there's a soft shadow in the background, but that's ok. She's not scary. She's not going to hurt you. She's not going to talk to you. She won't show up after a few times, I'm guessing. So I get your worry initially, Becky, but calm down. You see now that y

One of the very few poems I've ever written. I hope you enjoy! I will write a more 'normal' post tomorrow, that isn't a piece of fiction I have written, in case you dislike this kind of thing Does he look over us As we slip away? Waiting to take our hand, he watches Despising the fear he brings The party engulfed in depression No voice can emerge from his lungs A soul reborn, they meet him Seemingly a friendly face Away, he takes them, from family and friends Deep into the unknown