My first real poast
It is my intention to use live journal to poast some creative writing. I have no experience in this field so please give critisism....
The corroded, decomposing apartment was like an illness. The kind that isn’t too debilitating, just sweaty, distracting and cold. It was maybe 50 degrees inside that morning. The cold was the first thing I remember being aware of. The worn out old blanket was the same as it had been since I had shrunk it badly with high heat in the dryer. It wouldn’t cover me fully anymore. No mater how I oriented it, it just draped over me in the way that trash, carried by the wind, wraps its self around tree branches and flagpole strings.
That’s when I felt it first.
Plain and clear as the horizon
My eyes where still closed,
I could feel you there.
Lingering In the twilight.
The corroded, decomposing apartment was like an illness. The kind that isn’t too debilitating, just sweaty, distracting and cold. It was maybe 50 degrees inside that morning. The cold was the first thing I remember being aware of. The worn out old blanket was the same as it had been since I had shrunk it badly with high heat in the dryer. It wouldn’t cover me fully anymore. No mater how I oriented it, it just draped over me in the way that trash, carried by the wind, wraps its self around tree branches and flagpole strings.
That’s when I felt it first.
Plain and clear as the horizon
My eyes where still closed,
I could feel you there.
Lingering In the twilight.