The whispers under my skin

Sometimes, the idea of writing about my past makes me feel sick. And some days, I can’t bare it at all — I look at my computer in disdain knowing I should be writing. So, I catch up on a show instead. Smoke some weed and take a shower. I set up my laptop real nice on my kitchen table facing the window, and sit down. Instead of writing, I text my sister and stare out the window. I waste time as I watch one of my neighbours wash his apartment…

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Naomi Loud

Witchy Writer. Currently living in Montreal, QC. Podcast : The In-Between. Insta: naomi.loud