12-27-2019, 01:46 PM
(This post was last modified: 12-31-2019, 08:18 PM by Saoirse O'Connell.)
By some miracle means, Saoirse found herself seated on an overhang portruding from one of the buildings near the docks, with a notebook and pen in her hand. Of course, those miracle means were actually just scaling and climbing the walls in a way that took almost embarrasingly long to get over with, but now she was on top of the world! Though it's not exactly rare that she climbs buildings and all thay just for shits and giggles, today she found a real motive for doing it, and that was to find inspiration. The sea was very pretty, of course, but it gets boring after a while, just looking at it from the ground. Thankfully noone had mamaged to drive her away from her little spot yet.
While it was true that her poetry got a start from her socialist tendencies, she eventually managed to split off to writing just. Poetic things. Whether that was intentional or not, she couldn't even say herself. And so she sat there, scribbling into her little notebook, groaning in annoyance every now and again because writing is pain.
While it was true that her poetry got a start from her socialist tendencies, she eventually managed to split off to writing just. Poetic things. Whether that was intentional or not, she couldn't even say herself. And so she sat there, scribbling into her little notebook, groaning in annoyance every now and again because writing is pain.
