Wonderings

Slap- that sound rings through me, shakes me like a bell. I look around trying to figure out why it feels like someone has punched me in the stomach. But there is no one. No one for miles, just me sitting here in the middle of a feild. I dont know how exactly I got here it was just another of my aimless wonderings.
I do this when ever I obtain a feeling that I could not place where it came from nor could I say what caused it. Alls I know that when ever I got this feeling I would go down into a spirling depression. End up into one of my famous wonderings, not being focused with the world until just than, it feels like someone punched me in the stomach yet there is no one around.
That has never happened before, normally I dont focus in again til someone has found me, but here I am, no one is around me. Just me and the sound of the crickets singing with the wind and the sighing of the grass. That reflexs me and my internal crying. At the moment all I know that I feel like crying and running home. Where ever that is.

Wonderings

Rheenie

Joined July 2008

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well this is a story to go with the poem cry of mine. Inspired by a very good mate of mine

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  • Anthony R. Plastino III
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