I Love Creative Writing
The Jester contemplates,as he sits in the skin of the Bear that protects him. Thinking of what the Witness will testify to upon being put to the question. The pathways shrouded in mist keep visions of the future dream unclear and hazy.
Laughter is not forthcoming from that ever growling maw of the Heartless beast. Only wry smiles and a reasoned understanding of the abstractionary distractions. Swirling thoughts never straighten, as the monster travels in straight lines.
Time spent, is equivalent to the sum of time wasted. Equitable consumption of both, run parallel to it's hunger. Yet in essentially remunerative forms of life, he gazes through the hazes and becomes one without a number. Just another shadow among the many.
Time holds no further meaning to his details. Though time does accentuate the punctuation marks in his story.
~The Snowdog
Laughter is not forthcoming from that ever growling maw of the Heartless beast. Only wry smiles and a reasoned understanding of the abstractionary distractions. Swirling thoughts never straighten, as the monster travels in straight lines.
Time spent, is equivalent to the sum of time wasted. Equitable consumption of both, run parallel to it's hunger. Yet in essentially remunerative forms of life, he gazes through the hazes and becomes one without a number. Just another shadow among the many.
Time holds no further meaning to his details. Though time does accentuate the punctuation marks in his story.
~The Snowdog
