Ri.Goodman
The thing attacked me. That creature under the bed. Noone believes me and everyone thinks i'm too old to be seeing ghosts but I know. I know that he lives under my bed and he will forever.
Shapes and lines and symbols. Unsure of what they are and whaat to do with them ben continues to stare at the geometric shapes! His teacher comes up to his desk. "stuffing around again are we ben?"
"turn that light off. The thing will come out. You know It will"
I was watching him, entranced. Waiting to notice me. My attraction to him wasx powerful, All consuming. I had never felt anything as strong as this. He turns and glances my way and I can see in his eyes his attraction to me :)
It swings in the winds. Flowing, Catching on anything that is in the way. Know where to go and whats its purpose is. Knowing that one day it will die just like the rest and fall to the ground with its fallen brothers.
The anchor sinking by the boat is like my life. The water waiting quietly to swallow me whole. What becomes of the anchor? What will become of me?
It fell to the sea bed. Carrying what looked like a clump of seaweed. What actually was a briefcase. A briefcase to special to destroy and to dangerous to keep. It fell and fell until there was nowhere left to fall.
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