Observations

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Observations of my surrounding area at 1:00 A.M.

Submitted: November 28, 2008

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I sit quietly at the computer. My mind tries to observe yet only hears the rapid keystrokes. My knee taps quietly on the aged wood. The clock methodically goes about its business. A dull orange glow flows in from the street. It streaks across the hood of a familiar red truck. The time of thanks giving has passed us, yet the celebration remains. I try to form humorous statements, yet can only form sadness. I wished to write this paper in spite of my recently written story, in an attempt to sidetrack my mind. The attempt was useless; I am still filled with sadness. For what, you may ask? Nothing tragic happened, just a mishap. I knew this relationship could not go unscathed; none can. I tried to convince myself it was possible, but it isn't. I am sure anybody who reads this could have told me that. I write this with the assumption people will read this. Such a foolish thought! It does not matter to me though. Having somebody who understands me as well as this keyboard is helpful in itself. It acts as a mediator of my problems. I realize now that this has swayed from an observational paper. I have opened up my mind to the world. You may realize I am not a very complicated person. I have my needs and wants, yet I will never be as complicated as you. Other people are difficult to understand. They lie, cheat, steal, create war, create peace, believe in what is not seen. I am direct. This is not to say I am irreligious. The problem is that currently I am discovering myself. Surely you understand, or perhaps you do not. The keyboard does...


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