a little bit of inspiration

someone’s dining room, some time between midnight and dawn. the room has a leftist, affluent feel. opens to an area lit dimly by a single bulb. Clarissa is sat at the dining table, typing away. a pen drops. Clarissa pauses; the pen has dropped too far below; noises associated with stretching after long periods of inactivity…

i’m trying to find the right words to say…

…but it’s gonna take me some time. the past month (and a week) has been a whirlwind of emotions (thankfully, more good than bad) but I really need to anchor myself before I can let my thoughts flow freely. hopefully these thoughts will be formed into words tomorrow (or Monday, latest) and I can really…