Oh She with the royal name,
Must you plague me again?
I once gave my life to save you,
And yet I refuse to talk to you.
Oh great Arabic Queen,
Must I fear you still?
I thought my death freed me,
And yet I fear talking to you.
Oh sweetest daughter of Aphrodite,
Must I sit in silence again?
My mind churns with ideas,
And yet my heart seems to ignore you.
It is clear now that my feelings for you have died,
And that this fear is simply social anxiety.
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Hello dear readers. I am sure you are aware that it is November once more, thus it is National Novel Writing Month again. A year ago, I was highly focused on the woman being addressed in the poem above. She was the inspiration for "Love: A Chaotic Insanity", "The Girl in the Leather Jacket", "The Return of Hope", and many other stories and poems. As you can tell from the above poem, there has been a dramatic change within me involving her. Now that I am starting NaNoWriMo again, things are different. She has no part in my novel and most likely never will. Now on to my novel specifically.
My new novel is called "A Plead To Iris". It is a collection of unsent love letters from a poet to the woman he married. The letters tell the story of how they met, the times they shared, as well as the trials and obstacles that they faced. Perhaps I may post a part of the first draft, but I would not hold my breath waiting if I were you. Now, I must be off. Take care, will you? Until next time,
-Zero
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