Sunday, March 16, 2008
Restless
Down the deserted road I run. I run under the cloudy sky. No one follows, and the wind pulls me every which way like the bare trees that I pass by. The sun is shining but the warm rays cannot be felt, it’s out of sight behind the massive wall of grey angry clouds. Stopping suddenly in an open field...
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Lethargic Hour
Tic tock. The rhythm of life flows on, but as the hour of midnight approaches everything seems to slow. Tic tock. The page is blank before a chaotic mind whose words won’t show themselves; they dash away with each beat of the clock. Tic tock. What is the magic behind 12 o’clock? The switch from...
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