-i never understood this thing, time..-
i love this feeling. the losing of myself in adventure, mystery, intrigue. despite the fact that i am such a sap.. and it has me pegged.
the only way to notice how much time has past is the fading light outside the clicking of lights as the adults head toward some form of sleep. my mouth has gone dry as i get further into the story. a story that surrounds a play i despise.
it's redeeming it.
i have no desire to move from my spot, except that some form of responsibility calls.. and the knowledge that there are 21 leaves tomorrow.
i will return to you tomorrow.
2 comments:
Oh REALLY? Redeeming? I will talk with you about this in depth. Yes. In person. SOON!
It's been so long since I've been able to be sucked in by a book to the level of which you write about. I miss those days when you can put off all else, and just READ!
and dude...21 leaves! HOLY CRAP!
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