Thursday, October 09, 2008
The strange silence when the book slams shut, how life stands still and how all that went and came reduces to an entirety, regardless of where my story leaves off. Ground hog day. I am doomed to live this again and again. I hear the keyboard type, i wish it would be my ending. But certainly it isnt today, God is putting words onto these pages again, inconsequential. When will he just let me fall and hit the ground? when shall the crimson pins fall as bloody rain?
Posted by Jo