The light burns quickly along the wick; the opening is barricaded from the weight of mistakes. Nothing left but whiskey mixed with the late afternoon; an earthquake is ignored. The mind drained of thought; the belly emptied of concern. Waiting for the darkness.
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.
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