(Untitled)

[ifakedyoux]

Words have hit a dead end. There isn't anymore creativity. The lingering smell of witty analogies lets a stranger know of its recent presence, that it had left only a few moments before he entered the doorway. The dusty rectangle room is empty, with stained green couches which have provided comfort to numerous self-assured adolescent visitors.

Comments

[alekhi]

Something odd happened today.

Out of nowhere my parents asked about "the White Witch from the play last year". It kinda took me by surprise.

What's up?