...curious
Darkness summons the moody angst, And romance of an inner evil; A force the subject fights against, Or submits to, welcome thinly veiled. Not this dark.
I just posted a comment to someone's Opuss and upon submission received the message: "Great Comment". Of course it was absolutely correct but how does it know. ;-) (j/k).
Slumped against a mossy rock the Mage gazed through the fire to the large rounded stone opposite that had clearly been used by others setting camp in this area before.
Waking up a few minutes before the alarm goes off; a person might count their blessings and wait for the inevitable noise to rudely interrupt their slumber.
Julie was a schoolgirl. Fredrick; he was not. The day he went in the girl's loos, was the day that he forgot. The girls, they did not like it, They began to scream and shout.
When all you see is crumbling, But the walls stay strong and high. When all is lost, you're stumbling, to the floor where you shall cry.
You used to have a place in the world. You were seen as a rising star by some, with lots of potential. Then life happens and you're left to burn out.
I am the Not-A-Clock. I do not pass the time. I do not live by increments, Nor mark them with a chime. I have no hands with which to point, No face to read my thoughts.
So I've lurked a little, liked a little, commented a little and followed a few, it's probably time I made my first Opuss though that seems too grand a title.