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The consistency of lights flicker, merging deficient shadows amongst guised neon backdrops.
Clamor rises as hours expire, increasing the befuddled surge of character and word count.
With the minutes passing and courage flowing, the daylight saunter transforms to a midnight crawl.
A walking character flaw stains the pages of reality, irritating heroes and encouraging the melodramatic antagonists of the novella of life.
Hiding amidst the stupefied nouns, the dry and restrained duck and dodge the deadline rush.
They merely observe and tolerate, while pushing to last through the disordered chapter.
And as hours repeat their inescapable cycle, the cover begins to close, and structure and type balance once again, awaiting the next rising action.
There’s a search for pages to inscribe and film to fill.
A busy hand passes the hours, undertaking lists of the masses but accomplishing little beyond the shell.
A sea of ideas rush, but their purpose wanders.
Whimsical notions lose themselves in the tides of everyday endeavors that occupy the mind and minutes.
A direction flees from the compass of existence.
One moment of conviction drowns in a pool of ostentatious surroundings, bellowing up in all directions.
Isolation serves a momentary sedative.
Balance is resumed and a vague focus emerges amid insecurity and bedlam of societal norms.
Thought rifles the catacombs of the mind for reason.
Purpose stirs and denotation reveals a unique angle in the subtle shadows hidden in a fluorescent solitude.
Dawn rises, dispersing dreams from reality.
A pursuit drives forward, an ever-steady march through the labyrinth of confusion and the search continues.
I’m in love with this song. :) The Hunger Games soundtrack lead single, Safe & Sound by Taylor Swift and The Civil Wars
The flare impedes a captured darkness
Beyond the window breaks.
The light does shine upon the sills
The entombed silence soon wakes.
And in the depths the morning mist
The former soon forgotten.
A final longing on the lips
And all will soon be trodden.