Tuesday Jul 01, 2008

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He walks alone on an empty street. The morning sun, distracted by the leaves on the trees, adores and forgets him in turns. He hunches his shoulders against the cold world and watches the pavement pass below him. He mouths the words to the song in his ears. He thinks about the girl in his dreams last night and the one he hopes to see today. He tries to decide what kind of man he is as he strides into another lonely day.

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This pretty accurately represents how I start my weekdays. I wrote it this morning on my CityCat ride to work. I was so engrossed in typing it that I nearly missed my stop!
kye:
There are so many questons I could ask.. but the only one I really want an answer to is what song were you mouthing the lyrics to?

cromnac:
The form of this is really cool, it reads almost like poetry but the verse form is hard to grasp so it really gives the feeling of a morning.

I love those moments. When you're so caught up in what you're reading or writing that you're lost to the world around you. Once I got swept away so much that I didn't realise that I'd gotten on the wrong bus. Twenty minutes ago.

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