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‘The Cowards Way’ Chapter 11

She writes ‘fiction’ in silence, focused – hate – resentment.

He writes with music – ‘if only’ – obsessed – with another.

So she – attacks her – and he – attacks her too.

‘Both – in love – with her freedom – truth – sincerity.’

I suppose the only thing they have in common is revenge.

Revenge to one another – to hit her – cowards – hiding in the past.

Boring – Dull – cash to trash on the 1980’s type era. No class.

Undeserved … desperate. They’ve only the cat. Poor thing.

So they punish the innocent. Those living their truth.

A reflection of a deeply disturbing monetized relationship.

The cowards way.

Hiding behind rooms they share.

The Nester ©

June 12, 2018June 24, 2018 by The Nester

Let’s cut to the chase.”* — Secret Diary Of @PorterGirl100 — BellEva Worldwide

Being a writer can mean many, many different things. Sometimes, it means hours spent alone, dragging reluctant words from the depths of a troubled mind, forcing ink onto the blank page, one uncooperative phrase after another. Other times, it means acting as ringmaster to a cacophony of uncontrollable characters who fly across the pages with […] […]

via Let’s cut to the chase.”* — Secret Diary Of @PorterGirl100 — BellEva Worldwide

March 7, 2018 by The Nester

‘The Cowards Way’ by The Nester

She writes ‘fiction’ in silence, focused – hate – resentment.

He writes with music – ‘if only’ – obsessed – with another.

So she – attacks her – and he – attacks her too.

‘Both – in love – with her freedom – truth – sincerity.’

I suppose the only thing they have in common is revenge.

Revenge to one another – to hit her – cowards – hiding in the past.

Boring – Dull – cash to trash on the 1980’s type era. No class.

Undeserved … desperate. They’ve only the cat. Poor thing.

So they punish the innocent. Those living their truth.

A reflection of a deeply disturbing monetized relationship.

The cowards way.

Hiding behind rooms they share.

The Nester ©

February 20, 2018February 21, 2018 by The Nester

Supposed to be writing today. I have very strong love feelings – daydreaming – is as much as I am prepared to say – and that’s a lot regarding my personal passions. Enough for now, indeed. Where I am has changed my energy. It’s quite heavy energetically – I feel great adventure within my immediate surroundings. I may go on a bit of a trail this evening and see what magic I may find? Last night, I drank wine. I offended people. It thrills me. Tonight I may do worse. I can never tell – I may also incorporate a disco here on my blog. I like all of this. I like it a lot. I tell myself, ‘this is no holiday. I have been sent into exile to complete a book.’ Yet I rebel.