Shrapnel

18 Stories high he stands,
18 Stories above the Sands,
Of Time in which he must not face,
The music of a solemn pace.

Nothing could have pushed him off,
Nothing could have made him jump,
All he did was stand and wait,
And let the cards of fate be dealt to him,

Nothing like poker,
Couldn't change his hand,
Nothing like Hold'em,
No cards for sanctuary,
From those in his hand.

17 ticks past the half of day,
17 ticks past the thoughts of yesterday,
Confused and dwindling he sits here in wonder,
What just happened,
Someone get that trucks number.


Uhh... so spring break is giong alright. I have spent a lot of time with madelyn, got to see rachel, and saw kendra a little. Am i boring? All I do is watch movies, because I can't think of anything else to do. I don't even remember typing that Question mark... weird. A line away. Mind slipping into an inferno of nothingness. Spinning and unknowing when or why it started or when and where it will stop. Travel Channel catching everything. Channel 82-4. Weather man changing as she comes in. She passes by and they switch places, he and the weather man.

And that's all i have to say about that.

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