An ant is reading
An ant is sleeping in the corner of my heart
His rhythmic breath
Soothes my blood
He seems so happy
I fear to wake him
An ant is sleeping in the corner of my heart
I need to wake him
Before the door to love
Is rusted shut
unleashed07
Haven’t you always wanted to write the truth on a job application? Just let go of all those societal norms and tell them what you really think?
I decided to give it a go. Here’s my effort:
To whom it may interest,
Please find my application for the position ‘creative know-it-all person’.
“We are looking for an active person, with a working knowledge of the fine things in life.”
As an …
unleashed07
I called Jane in my lunch hour today.
‘Jane. What would you like tonight, more than anything in the world?’ It was a simple question. Or so I thought.
She thought about it for only a second, ‘No … you … you couldn’t could you?’
‘Well yes. I do have connections you know.’
I could hear a strangely rapid breathing on the other end of the line. Jane wa…
unleashed07
They want me to write a gratefulness diary. Those folks at the Anxiety Disorders Association of the good old US of A. They say if I do this, I will get out of the future ‘What if I never get out of this?’ and the past ‘What if it stays the same as it has been?’ and get stuck into this breathless moment. The now that is so supposedly perfect. Not marred by the darkness of past. Or the void which l…