gravity walks
I don’t know what compels me to do it. I insist that I’m actually a pleasant and happy person most of the time. For some reason writing prods me into consistently dark places, and the words I spin together reflect this.
Just this morning I wrote to a friend I haven’t seen since 1991. I began a paragraph like this:
Other than the crippling realization that my youth is gone and that a slow decline in health and fortune await me, things are great.
I don’t know what compels me to do it. I insist that I’m actually a pleasant and happy person most of the time. For some reason writing prods me into consistently dark places, and the words I spin together reflect this.
Just this morning I wrote to a friend I haven’t seen since 1991. I began a paragraph like this:
Just this morning I wrote to a friend I haven’t seen since 1991. I began a paragraph like this:
Other than the crippling realization that my youth is gone and that a slow decline in health and fortune await me, things are great.
posted by extraspecialbitter at 9:01 AM
3 Comments:
Well at least your honest :)
A good friend is always there for another no matter how long a distance of time or travel.
I felt this exact same way upon turning 22...
That's a killer opening line. Nice work! t hee.
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