Ok, I’ll catch you up in case you haven’t read my first post (it’s not necessary to have. Actually, just don’t waste your time…) However, I noted that I am currently in the process of writing a novel called Circle Patterns. I’m just working on it and I’ll see how it turns out but I was thinking that I would put some information about it on here. Like the cover blurb and possibly chapters. Updates as it come to finality and possible publishing or what not. So without further ado, I give you what at the moment would appear ont he back of the cover. Maybe.
In a new America that is being eaten inside out from the Brother
Depression or ‘frater depressio’ as the “experts” call
it, there is nothing but sadness and confusion. After America
lost all its resources and respect from other nations, it became
almost a third-world country. With the people still contrived and
living in the past, the struggle to face reality becomes a huge
issue. Everyone is obsessed with rareities; jewels, money, fresh
fruit, drugs, and pretty young girls. No one is trustworthy. No one is
safe. Faith is the thing shunned by everyone so in the public eye, it does not exist.
Amidst all the confusion, a young blind girl
moves through the world that is invisible to her. She seeks hope.
An abstract concept her world refuses to believe in, much less
And that’s just the sneak peak to wet your chops. But I’ll upload the first chapter in a few days.
P.S. This will most likely NOT be what it’s supposed to be because as my story is unfolding, it continues to change often.
Mouths are beautiful
The simplicity of the curves and lines
That make up a person’s character
Whispered through the soft pink lips
Creased and folded with smiles
And that’s why I fold my tips
into origami shapes
For the sake of a smile
Because those beautiful lines on the sides
Of your mouth
That you let stay even after you laugh
Prove you are immune to the ignorance
To the anti-age propaganda
Wanting you to believe that to be happy
Is not what you really want
Because you could crack the powdered smooth face of youth
That wasn’t yours in the first place
And last night I dreamed of a paper moon
Taking up the whole of the sky
Full and bright and confident
And the whole time I reached out for it
All I wanted was to stroke the light
Because they looked like the creases of a familiar face
And that made me smile