9.4.14 - Entry #66
8.3.14 - Entry #65
My first novel actually hasn’t been published, but I entered it into a young writer’s competition last year where it was shortlisted, and was pretty close to a publishing deal. I did put the whole thing up on Wattpad a few months ago for people to have a quick read, but I took it down to get ready to start on my newer one. Seeming as it was my first, I believe it still needs a lot more improvement and I am willing to go over it again once I’ve completed this one, which (crosses hands) will hopefully be much better and more successful!
Extract from Eikasia
7.3.14 - Entry #64
Have you ever felt a potential love for someone?
Like, you don’t actually love them and you know you don’t, but you know you could. You realise that you could easily fall in love with them. It’s almost like the bud of a flower, ready to blossom but it’s just not quite there yet. And you like them a lot, you really do. You think about them often, but you don’t love them. You could, though. You know you could.
My god the accuracy of this statement
I will forever re-blog this
Wiseman closed his mouth. Bad man don’t exist, no; But strong man don’t exist The beast will crawl this earth, Primate sharpens tool, You’re my brother but your eyes are cold.
Madman closed his fist.
Young man shows his age,
Judge man named it sin.
No evil man exists.
Good man don’t exist, no;
No righteous man exists.
Sad man cannot cry, in place where man can see
Never witnessed father weep,
This old man thought it weak.
No undying man exists.
Weak man don’t exist, no;
Just flesh and blood exists.
Then fall in the dirt to feed the crows
They’ll rip apart his flesh
Til all that’s left is glorious bone
So you’ll bury your own.
To survive and thrive in the jungle.
Maybe hearts were made to pump blood,
Maybe lungs were made for flood.
I won’t blunt my blade for cut these chains,
Rather let my limbs be drug through mud.
You’re my sister but your womb is bare.
Wiseman closed his mouth.
Bad man don’t exist, no;
But strong man don’t exist
The beast will crawl this earth,
Primate sharpens tool,
You’re my brother but your eyes are cold.
Wiseman, Frank Ocean