Mr. Moon, please stop staring at me. I don't have the right words, and I don't know if I ever will. Your relentless gaze is dangerous; the more I look over my shoulder to fight you off with my mean face, the less i pay attention to the road before me.
I suppose I should thank you for displaying those two deer, laying in wait, biding their time.
I'm afraid you're going to have to do a lot more, though, Mr. Moon, to make me like you tonight. Why don't you run along now and go play with the other side of life for a while, and leave me to think in darkness.
About Me
- I'm a bad liar
- Wondering how much longer I can be dependent on being independent...
2 comments:
This is quite intriguing. I like your style! Oh, and thanks for cluing me in (inadvertently) on Six Sentences...that place is fun!
hi jen! and thanks, i like the concept of just writing a little bit to feel like i at least wrote something for the day :)
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