In Lieu of The Ritual

I’d started to sculpt the bones to decorate The Ritual with yesterday, but found myself staring at a mess. Defeated, I closed the document and succumbed to wherever depression would take me.

I found myself listening to lists of nonsense on Youtube, trying hard to keep them as background noise, only to be sucked into one about…required? Xmas movie watches each season. I really don’t know what it was about that but it broke me. Maybe there’s something to be said about December, important days therein…upsetting days therein.

Regardless, The Ritual will have to be addressed another day, as will whatever feeling I’m pretending don’t exist, but will have to face sooner rather than later.

And I am too tired to detail any of it.

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Mothwings

Someone told me I was a good writer, so now I’m proving…something. Tend to one’s own flame, and do not extinguish the flames of others.