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So I Told You I was Writing A Book

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
show her.

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.

Paper

 

Mouths are beautiful

The simplicity of the curves and lines

That make up a person’s character

Mouths define

Emotions, thoughts

Wishes, prayers

Hearts

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

Of media

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

The curves

Because they looked like the creases of a familiar face

And that made me smile