I came onto Wattpad almost six years ago with a dream of becoming a writer, only to discover that I had nothing to write about other than my dreams. Six years have proven to not be enough time to gather experiences for a story; but nontheless I am here. I write to see my pain and my joy on paper-or screen. I also write to express my being to a world who always seemed unintrested. Pehaps through words they'll listen.
- website: www.transformnative.wordpress.com
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Rested_Slumber
Nov 06, 2017 12:22AM
I'll look back on this day and say, "What the hell was I thinking?" S/o to future me who should appreciate how legit I was in this moment.View all Conversations
Stories by Rested_Slumber
Dear Child With Chopsticks,
Written under the covers of my pendleton blanket after a day of racing ideas that I finally put to good use.
HEAR
Written in a moment of grief and in a place of a weary heart.
Warm
Written in rememberance of my brother, deceased November 10th in the rays of dawn.