Dark rooms, silence. Freakishly gothic. Yet so peaceful…
You’re focused on something, what? Looking out…. but to what distance? It feels like seconds, but it’s minutes. When you notice however, seconds go by like minutes… 31, 32, 33, 34….
peace…. complication is key.
Sudden flashes of what story I’ll be telling my self, hit me with excitement. This is my time. I could create the perfect world.
What will it be? Peace, heartbreak, romance, delight, fear or an fictional redevelopment of some movie I watched the night before. My flashes start to slow down.