Hey kas! As much as i am saddened that i wont be able to read anything new from you i think it your decision was well deserved. Noone should do anything they do not like or feel obliged by. I hope you all the best of luck and happiness for your future. Enjoy your life. Just know that it doesnt matter if you decide to come back or not you will always have your faithfull followers who were so invested in your writing and used to wait like kids on christmas for your aunday updates and you havd created that because of your own talent and good heart.
Take care. Lots of love❤️❤️
Ps. I dont know how to express my thoughts into words so there might be some confusing grammar and language🤣
aw thank you so much! I really appreciate you saying that 💕
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I love DA and I get terribly fixated in your ideas hahahah like i wanna know everything you want to disclouse about your clari/sunday au. Like what's clari's backround, what lectures does she take, about the schiol, any crumbs about clari and aunday. I want it alll
aw anon!!! i am so flattered!!! if you’re talking about the university academia AU i’m writing with sunday, he and reader attend a prestigious arts university. he is majoring in music, of course, and reader is probably majoring in film, like i did HAHAHA (*/ω\) but i haven’t fully decided on her major yet.
she’s there on a full scholarship, and comes from a rough home life etc—directly opposing sunday and his wealthy upbringing. there is initially a bit of a pride & prejudice vibe on reader’s part (she thinks sunday is just some stupid rich boy and dreads having to work on a project with him, esp since he’s known to be a pretentious control freak), but that isn’t the main or only conflict between them (that i shall keep a secret ehehehe >:D)
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Poem #13
A Home That's Not For Me
For about a week I went to visit
A home that's very far.
I sailed in ships dipped in sunlit,
Rising, on the sixth morning hour.
Then trailed a trail that passed the trees,
One that's wavier than the waves,
And zoomed a speed that sounded the glee,
Of a child that can't behave.
I met some people, 'bout one or two,
And shopped from my check-list.
Then before I knew of my mudded shoe,
I arrived in a home I missed.
Only it wasn't the home that I remembered.
No, it was far from it.
It held the atmosphere I knew, however,
So it mattered not one bit.
The house was not that big,
But enough to hold plenty -
People, chickens, ducks, and pigs -
That made it all too lively.
The food wasn't much special,
But it was always very warm.
The ingredients fresh and local -
Best eaten in cold storms.
The grass was always dancing,
Swaying, with the breeze.
The flowers too were swinging,
Alongside the vines and trees.
Behind it all - a field of flowers.
Behind that - another one too.
The first one, was daisies, for hours.
The second, small types of pink and blue.
In them, the dogs would frolic -
In ways I'd envy I could -
They'd run, and jump, and kick,
And leave, smelling so good.
In between, was a path to a lake.
A small one with fishes - black and grey.
Where rocks were stacked by people to make,
A tiny dam of pebbles and clay.
Not far, is a fish pond,
Where the bigger fish reside.
Where, everywhere, you'll look beyond -
The hills and sky collide.
Above that, the clouds would race
With the wind that ran faster.
And above that, once again,
Was the grace of the golden sun's glimmer.
The people there were all too humble.
As kind as they were merry.
They treat with a love as gentle
As the footsteps of a fairy.
But these were why I felt unwelcome.
I sailed through their seas.
They showed to me the outcome,
Of my being there to see.
They complimented my sole efforts,
They smiled on my way,
Reminding me that the comfort,
Was only for my stay.
With my heart plucked from its vine,
I accepted what I could see:
The home that I thought was mine,
Was a home that's not for me.
August 6, 2023; Aunday; 11:37pm
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