I feel like it has been forever since I last actually sat down and just wrote. It's been a while since I posted on here. The other night, while watching a movie, I was inspired to write a little short story. It's been brewing in my head since the other day. Today, after beginning an article in an issue of Times magazine from earlier this year on Secretary of Defense Robert Gates, and stealing the magazine after my appointment so that I could finish the article and thus the whole magazine, I was in a writing mood. That article was magnificent. It captured Gates, his person and it was just damn good nonfiction. It made me want to write. So, I went to into my makeshift room in the back of my childhood home, the room I'm occupying now returned from college. It has just a box spring and a mattress slung in the corner, low to the floor, no sheets on top, a mess of pillows and one blanket. It's surrounded by my clothes, piled on a table, and an assortment of furniture derived from our house and the past 15 years, as well as items of mine from my dorm room.
As I wrote I seemed to get that feeling when you stand up too quick after sitting or lying for too long.
I was feeling like I was viewing myself from above, whilst writing still. I was literally caught in this story.
Thursday, May 20, 2010
Friday, May 14, 2010
Saturday, May 1, 2010
Wolf in Sheeps Clothing
Beware.
After tonight, I realized something: it does not matter who you are, you are capable of anything.
You are capable. Remember that and you learn an important lesson. Honesty does not come in every form, no matter how honest you think you are being, you could have been more so. What's done is done, and I must live with it, but that does not mean...Shit. What's done is done, let's leave it at that.
One day, I'll look back and smile or frown, time will tell, but then I'll be able to learn a lesson, a deeper one than whatever I learn now.
Forgive me, you have no reason to, and you know damn well you don't and you would say that too. You don't have to. It is what it is. I can accept that.
If only I had warned you more, I'm a wolf in sheep's clothing.
After tonight, I realized something: it does not matter who you are, you are capable of anything.
You are capable. Remember that and you learn an important lesson. Honesty does not come in every form, no matter how honest you think you are being, you could have been more so. What's done is done, and I must live with it, but that does not mean...Shit. What's done is done, let's leave it at that.
One day, I'll look back and smile or frown, time will tell, but then I'll be able to learn a lesson, a deeper one than whatever I learn now.
Forgive me, you have no reason to, and you know damn well you don't and you would say that too. You don't have to. It is what it is. I can accept that.
If only I had warned you more, I'm a wolf in sheep's clothing.
The Things Alcohol Make Me Do
Ugggh.....
That's what I think right now. I feel great. I woke up at 7:59 AM with the sun shining on my face. I looked up from my bed, my eyes almost creaking open as I looked up at the clear blue sky. There was a lonely cloud just inside my view from the window. I kept my head up off the pillow to allow me to watch it, my neck complaining the whole time. I watched it slowly creep out of my view until it finally had gone. I forced my head back down deep into the pillow, digging in, with a grunt of frustration. Hoping that forcing my head back into the pillow would force my mind back into the dream that was slowly skipping from my memory. What would be my result?
That's what I think right now. I feel great. I woke up at 7:59 AM with the sun shining on my face. I looked up from my bed, my eyes almost creaking open as I looked up at the clear blue sky. There was a lonely cloud just inside my view from the window. I kept my head up off the pillow to allow me to watch it, my neck complaining the whole time. I watched it slowly creep out of my view until it finally had gone. I forced my head back down deep into the pillow, digging in, with a grunt of frustration. Hoping that forcing my head back into the pillow would force my mind back into the dream that was slowly skipping from my memory. What would be my result?
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