Creative Writing - What Do You Think Of Me?

You must understand, my friend, that I have no single opinion, one worded opinion, of anyone. Instead my thoughts of you are based on a collection of memories and experiences.
Some are happy, some are sad, some fill me with rage and hatred for you, but some are fond and sweet.
So as you can see, my opinions are fluid and often alter in state.
So for me to even start to answer your question, it would cost me many hours and many memories and I wish not a trip down memory lane.

"It takes time because Tony has no single clear image of her mother. The memory of her is composed of shiny fragments, like a vandalized mosaic, or like something brittle that's been dropped on the floor. Every once in a while Tony takes out the pieces and arranges and rearranges them, trying to make them fit. (Though she hasn't spent very long at this yet. The wreck is too immediate)." -Margaret Atwood (The Robber Bride)

The Florist

I would love to be a florist.
Day after day arranging beauty with my finger tips, sending bouquets from lover to lover, cutting flowers from their roots, sending them to their death beds.
Isn't it beautiful?
How their last moments bring joy to others.
Yet sad, bittersweet should I say.
Sort of like life.
I would love to be a florist.

Encouragement

So to keep my creativity up whilst I'm back at school I purchased these lovely little notebooks, one lined and one unlined, from a little boutique stationery shop up north.Hopefully they will keep me writing and drawing whilst I'm back at school. 

In other news I recently found some photos of my Grandmother (she was absolutely stunning, breathtakingly beautiful) and I'm planning on using them as inspiration and reference for some upcoming art pieces, not that I've yet finished my last upcoming art pieces. Ah well. Things like this take time for me, but I can assure you something creative should be up here soon. 

xx