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Reality TV #8

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It’s not just because they told you, not only because it is inherently wrong, but because it feels wrong.
I'm more than aware of your inability to understand and maybe it’s because I can never describe it properly.  
But yes, despite popular belief, wanting certain things can be wrong, it can be immoral.

Though honestly, I never meant to try so hard.  I had never analyzed every situation so thoroughly and had someone tell me ‘fuck you, start over’.  Not exactly in those words, more like ‘you think too much.  I have no answers.

Now guilt was the aspect that really had me giggling.  It had me gurgling and spitting sideways.  How hilarious that you thought yourself not culpable.  I paused to smirk at the audacity but had long since learned not to question you.  

Time passes without so much as a blink; a shrug, a sigh, a wink  You are an enigma; unreachable, inescapable.
More of a rant than an actual piece...  I want hone my skills but I feel more and more sloppy as the days go on.  
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Crystal-Magic13's avatar
"I want hone my skills but I feel more and more sloppy as the days go on."

That's not all together a bad thing. You're noticing your flaws, and they have to be
noticed before they can be improved upon and changed. Personally, I wouldn't
describe your writing as sloppy, but as stormy. A whole torrent of emotion,
a fast and powerful rush. More like a waterfall or a river over rapids.

I started commenting here, than I changed my mind and opened a new tab,
I made it into the deviation Windstorm. Here's how it started, and why I dedicated it to you.

"I really like this piece. Your writings are like a storm. Rarely a simple and straightforward
thing blowing in one direction, but with gusts from everywhere, turning about like a flower
caught in the tide spinning breathlessly to the sudden stop. "