holemanm
So much goes unsaid. The words I've had in my mind but never taken the time to write. I could fill a book, only I haven't. It will always remain unwritten.
I'm determined to make things work. I've got a long list of obligations, but I'll take them out. I'll pay down debts; I'll save for the future; I'll make a name for myself.
Where did all the time go? It seems only yesterday I was just out of college, trying to figure out what I wanted to do with my life. Now, I'm pushing thirty, still trying to figure out what to do with my life. Eash year seems to go by faster than the year before.
The most important key on my keychain is the church key.
Time was running out. In less than a minute, they would be coming around the corner; Jeff needed to be safely inside before then. Why were there so many keys on this keychain? He could never guess the correct key on the first try.
Finally, coach looked over at the bench. The game wasn't going according to plan. Everyone came out of the game for a spell. Players that normally rode the bench for the entire season entered the game so the coach could spend some time in a loud discussion with his starters of how things had gone wrong.
A mango daquiari. That's what I need. Maybe I can recapture the summer days -- that feeling of sitting on the beach, salty breeze kissing my face. I feel I haven't seen the sun in months.
I need an outlet for this rage, this helplessness.
The future looms,
dooming me to uncertainty.
I can clearly what ought to be,
but am powerless to change what will be.
Bang!
The gun fires.
A flare fizzles overhead.
The roar of a plane's engine
Sang of hope.
The whine as it disappeared
Drained all.
I cringed. I had tried to address the crowd, but the only sound was the terrible screech of feedback from the microphone. This noise clearly did not have the calming effect I had hoped to achieve with words of encouragement. The overwhelming fear in the crowd only grew with the sound.
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