“A good morning,” the title of my day’s agenda; five and a half hours to avoid the touch of mayhem.  Yes, my mind holds thoughts of optimism; my spirit seeks the seat of comfort in a shaky environment.  So close to achieving the moment as the eleventh hour draws near; Fate, my faithful companion, would not allow my presence to go unhindered.

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David is a writer and blogger who enjoys creating literary expressions about everyday life. He is a published poet and currently doing reviews, creative writing, and storytelling. David's interests include narrating point-of-view scenarios, documenting non-fiction, and writing scripts for film and television. View all posts by David W. Jones