Saturday, December 18, 2004

Freewrite. Ish.

He sank sullenly back into his desk, contently vexed by an oft misapplied fallacy.
Is this what was to be of every moment, every day?
Sitting in a block of nothing, perturbed by the painful utterances of a forgotten future?
His eyes and reason were fixed upon the door, yet his heart nailed him to his seat.
He watched the clock before him tick with undulating grievances; grievances matching his own.
And before he could count another minute of opportunity, the wind snatched up what freedom he was offered.
This sentimental struggle is civil war at its finest.

2 Comments:

At December 26, 2004 10:51 PM, Blogger SydneyBristow said...

get used to disappointment.

 
At December 27, 2004 12:24 AM, Blogger Erin said...

disappointment is nothing if there is no anticipation. Keep that in mind and you'll be fine.

 

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