.....I.....
I stand motionless, with emotion's turbulent echo piercing my eardrums and my heart.
I gaze back across the years, over pages left empty in a diary I never took from the shelf, wishing the pen that is now dried up could rewrite a history that was blissfully ignorant of its own insignificance.
I lie on a bed of dull nails, humming the tune to a love song I never wrote.
I paint my future on a blank canvas with a brush devoid of any color.
I watch as the coming dawn slowly strangles the life out of the spent night...
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Christopher over 7 years ago
Thank you, Aspen.
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Neville Hunt over 7 years ago
Oh dear, Christopher. I hope it's not autobiographical! I love 'blissfully ignorant of its own insignificance'.
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Christopher over 7 years ago
Thanks, Neville. Written during one of my "dark" periods, which seem to occur more and more frequently of late.
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Neville Hunt over 7 years ago
Sorry about that, Christopher. The cure might either be Vitamin D or writing more Jake adventures, which are excellent.
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Christopher over 7 years ago
Thank, Neville. Already churning the next Randolph story in my head.
Thank you so much, Drew. The catharsis of writing is unparalleled in the field of therapy.
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Christopher over 7 years ago
And thank should've had an s on the end of it, Neville.
