This is a writing exercise. I will listen to a song once or twice, and write as much as I can about what the song tells me. There are no words, so that they do not influence my writing. Here I go.
She sits at her typewriter, amid the silence. Who? What? Where? When?
Frustration is apparent in every crevice, every corner.
She looks out the window. Yellow and red and brown are the only visible colors. Where is what she is searching for? Hurry, she is thinking. Come, let me find you. Or better yet, find me. Inform me; inspire me. I need you.
All hope is lost.
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This sucks!
ReplyDeleteahhhhhh is this about that guy you like?
ReplyDeletei know who he is hahaha~!
ReplyDeletealas no, i lied, heheh i'm actually using the word ALAS, yup
ReplyDeleteNo, it's not about the guy I like!!!! I'm so glad you know who he is.
ReplyDelete*gasp!!* so you like WILL??????? i just reread the title!!!!!!
ReplyDeleteYou're slow!!! Who is Will BTW?
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