The following is a true story. I am writing this mere minutes after it happened. I am a musician. I do most, if not all of my work on a computer. I keep a lot of information and samples and other important things on a thumb drive. The thumb drive is an HP, model FD USB drive. I've customized it by gluing a broken Shift key to the front. Yesterday I went to the visitation for my great-grandmother's funeral. I had the thumb drive in my pocket then.
Pretty, amazing, awesome
People have got to stop complimenting me
I’m not like those heroines who have a lot of gumption
If I am, why am I the only one who can’t see?
I have come to accept the simple truth
That I’m plain, never good enough, a horrible person
Just a lonely, untalented youth
As I grow, the pain only worsens
“Such a disappointment”, he said
Is this the cold, harsh reality?
Have I been fooling myself because I was afraid?
Will no one ever learn to love me?
10/4/08 version
There is a chill
In the air
Tonight
Oh so soft and subtle
But oh so
Cold
It creeps
Up your sleeves
Winds around your chest
And numbs your heart.
It freezes the sky,
Frosts
The already-chilly stars,
And blows your hair
Gently
Around your almost-frozen face.
They were in there again. Dancing... in her ballroom. Millie took a deep breath. She stood in the hall just outside- although the sun had only just set, the dancing was already in full swing. She hadn't danced yet, and didn't feel like it, despite the fact that there were many desirable partners. Somehow, she didn't feel like joining them. Louise would have giggled and said that the absence of a certain Doctor had something to do with her listlessness, and laughingly Millie would have objected. Half-heartedly, of course, because she knew in her heart that was the reason.
There are few moments more awkward or unbearable than that which a young man inquires if a lady should share the saddle with him. Oh odious predicament! Millie and Louise were speechless, and even Anthony started to feel that he had said something out of place. But no, that did not prevent him from extending his hand to help her up into the saddle behind him. Millie was about to blather an excuse when Louise stepped closer to Anthony with a bright look on her face.
Years later…
My heartbeat quickened.
I said in somewhat recognition, “That lamppost, my majesties, does it not look familiar?”
As soon as I said that, it seemed as if something had clicked in my mind, and memories started to float back-- memories of the world back in Spare Oom…memories that had been once long ago forgotten. That lamppost…it can’t be…?
“Stop!” I cried out deafeningly, pulling the reins of my horse.
All heads turned to look at me.
68-Revolve
A/N: I wrote this about a year ago, and am a little confused about the ending. It's a little strange, but interpret it as you will! :)
