words come alive the moment you let them exist
![A few things I’ll never finish [RW03]](https://themarlenamarie.files.wordpress.com/2019/01/random-writings.jpg?w=720)
Just a few of those things that I’ll never actually write, that I know I’ll never actually write or add anywhere (as of right now). I figure if anyone wants to use them as inspiration or otherwise… please do!
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Memories. They come and go tickling the senses as they do. The smell of grass. An old book. Spring rain. Autumn wind. The feeling of summer’s heat, blue skies, or gray ones if you like. I know that when I hear the sound of bike bells I remember the years of riding our bikes and skate boards and scooters to the park. The baseball game would be going on and with our twenty dollars we could fill up our small bags with candy and sweets. But we had to be fast or else our parents would notice we left the neighborhood. All that candy we just bought? It needed to be scarfed down before we forced our stomachs to endure a healthy food shock that was dinner.
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What is the [RW] series? It translates as Random Writings. It’s just a series where I let my brain state what my brain wants to state on random things. There is no real meaning to it. They may be large. They may be small works. In some ways they could be considered poetry, but I wouldn’t go that far.
They are random writings, my personal writings about things.
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