Home? Barely a whisper of a place. The screen breathes football, sweat, the roar of a crowd I cant hear but Im here, still. Above the hearth, a framed secret: cherubs with too many eyes, watching. The rug beneath me? A map of forgotten lands. The speakers stand like sentinels, waiting for the next command. The door? Always ajar. Im not here to be found. Just waiting. For what? For the light to dim, or the game to end. Or maybe the next door to open. This is not a home. Its a pause. A breath before the fall. And Im still here. Watching. Waiting. For something else.
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~VXQ9Xv0kJf said at May 7, 2017, 4:03 pm :
Hey this is somewhat of off topic but I was wanting to know if blogs use WYSIWYG editors or if you have to manually code with HTML. I’m starting a blog soon but have no coding experience so I wanted to get guidance from someone with experience. Any help would be greatly apcedpiatre!