Where To Now?I was told that there’d be a knock on my door at two o’clock,Where To Now?
But despite the fact I awoke at eleven and listened very carefully I heard no one. I knew my ears felt movement when the rain slowly pitter-pattered to the floor but My heart leapt and subsequently sank after looking out the window to discover an empty garden now slowly filling with water. I felt tears begin to form when my bottom lip trembled, and I felt sure that from the outside it must have seemed as though my house were crying.
I jumped when the phone rang and couldn’t bring myself to answer it through fear of breaking down to an unsuspect
heartbeatsWe were running blindly in the dark, expecting at any moment to face our final judgment in front of the dazzling headlights of a car. We felt like convicted lovers escaping shameful vindications and suddenly experiencing the power of freedom; that feeling was undoubtedly worth the wait when contrasted with our previous deprivation. Our minds swung on the edge of hysteria like pendulums swayed by a constant pump of adrenaline. Subconsciously we let our feet track their way through the darkness, we stumbled awkwardly over hidden rocks and roots; obstacles littered our path. We could not see but we continued running. We could not stop and we couheartbeats
Five AMI was claustrophobic inside as my headache grew and Scratched its long nails across my chalk-board mind.Five AM
I couldn’t sleep and I wished I’d drunk more alcohol.
At 5am after three restless hours of pain and boredom, I crawled out of bed and put the kettle on. Tea is always an appropriate solution.
And then I looked out of the window.
To the east I could see the first waves of colour breaking the skyline. Their haze coated the trees and made silhouettes of their forms. I wondered who had made the fire that caused a chimney to leak grey Smoke into the perfect
The DiscoveryInside cracks become hidden within extended cavities, Reaching out to nothing but filling with myself;The Discovery
On a good day I’m wholesome,
I promise.
Those cracks can seep like water from A to B and then search in vain for another – C. The message becomes half lost in a tangle of chemical encoding And I’m not sure if I’m right or wrong, but I’m hopeful.
The cavities maintain their growth,
Hoping there’ll be more of me to colour in between their lines. Soon, I’m sure, there won’t be, as
Enclosed within, the outside changes shades and shape And unseen reactions m
look around
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s t r a n g e l i g h t
or get my holiday snaps developed, whichever's easier.
and thanks, by the way.
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You know what?
Fuck off
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Having a non-smoking section in a pub is like having a peeing section in a swimming pool
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mmmmmmm...forbidden donut...(drools in self content)
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altan.in
Yürüdüm, dur dedi tanrı.
Yaşanacak neler kaldı ?
Anlat dedi, ne anladın ?
Siyah beyaz yürüdüm...
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altan.in
Yürüdüm, dur dedi tanrı.
Yaşanacak neler kaldı ?
Anlat dedi, ne anladın ?
Siyah beyaz yürüdüm...
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A good pun is its own re-word.
your writing is very expressive, unlike mine.
Since you are another Notts person I may see you around (though its unlikely I will know who you are
just stopping by to thank you for adding "War In The Skies" to your list of Favourites
very much appreciated!
you have a very nice collection of pieces in your gallery
cya!
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just another alice in some type of wonderland...
member of:
dev sydney [link]
flower club [link]
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A good pun is its own re-word.
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