"Lardass!" he spat, delivering a loud smack on my shoulder. "You jump into a river again before you learn to swim proper and I promise to give you a good lickin', you hear?"

We sat wordless for a moment in front of each other, our shadows stretched out and entangled upon the groves. Both of us were shivering beneath the weight of our drenched clothes, but Henry seemed to quiver more violently with every angry gulp of air. The Sun continued to descend reluctantly behind the hills, spilling blood-red light wherever it kissed the land. What a sight we must have been under its seething glow! I fancied the Sun would never have set until one of us spoke a word, for it seemed that even the summer cicadas have leaned in to listen to our little skirmish.

LET LOOSE

That one time I was invited, we had tied a ribbon around your back tree and we tied it upside down. But what did that matter? You invited me to sit down beside you underneath the shelter of your tree so we could watch the clouds roll past together. Spring was especially gentle on that day, and your eyelids drooped slowly to the somnolent warmth of her lullaby. Your head lolled limply to one side, and the corners of your lips were curved slightly upwards. In your sleep, I thought better than to disturb you. I left you to your reverie.

God blew gently on the clouds that He had hung with delicacy that morning. The sun hid shyly behind the cover of the clouds, and I delighted alone in the moment of repose where everything was basked in the cool shadows of the sky. You had drawn out everything inside of me that needed to be said – a trick only a few others could ever master.  We found comfort in silence, and invited her gladly in our company. For once, you seemed content in exchanging simple words of nothing.

x

You left before I had the chance to tell you everything. If you were here, I would tell you about how I murmured a prayer for you that day whilst you were sleeping. I would tell you about how I thanked God for introducing you into my life. Thank goodness! I had finally found somebody I could earnestly love from the top of my heart. I would tell you about how I prayed for every spring to be as kind to you as it were to me that year, for she has sent me someone I could come home to every time I called your name.

I would tell you how important you are to me, and that I have kept you close to my heart ever since. You were more than a friend; you left me as my brother.

But words are only futile little tools.

That spring, you have taken me under the nurturing refuge of your arms when you slipped the note in my pocket. You told me you wanted to meet me at three. For once in my life, I was invited.

Yes – for once, I was invited.

A message to my followers imploring them not to ever backtrack my blog more than a few months back

MY GOD

DO I EVEN WRITE ANYTHING HERE ANYMORE

Maybe I should go on a mass post edit and delete my blog's history and start anew. ( ºヮº) I haven't managed to write anything decent in a while, and more often than not I confide in my other blog as an outlet for my little rambles and poop.


My previous posts are eyesores now idek what was in my mind when I wrote them. ;u; But I bet in a few months I will look back at the things I wrote and say that it sucks, but then realise how little I have probably improved with the rate that I am writing at. And the most unfortunate bit is that this is what I'm going through rn


But I hope things won't work like that and that I will be productive very soon. And hopefully I will be able to finish a whole prose, no matter how long or brief it is. ;n;

Sometimes I'm not sure how to react when people say, "It is a shame that so-and-so has changed."

Of course they have changed. That's what people do.