Part 2

Soon after, she took a job at another coffee shop, and that was the end. One glorious day was all the goddess would grant me. One day of feeling life could be okay. Feeling good for the first time since before any memory. One day that I barely remember living. One day I wish I could forget. I didn't forget. I fell apart. Perfect for the writing career. Every time I get blasted out of the frame I am blessed with poetic urge. Good writing takes great emotion, and for me, there was no more intense… More information...