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Writing, Poems, AARs, and Stories - The Storyteller's Hall / Re: A short experience; Writing exercise
« on: January 02, 2018, 08:40:15 AM »
Silence, only the ticking sounds of the clock are echoing through the room. I close my eyes and breathe. It has been a long time since I have last heard silence. It feels like an eternity. I can feel the air rush trough my lungs, fresh and clean and it feels like I have not breathed in ages. You forget how to do that. Everyone is bustling around, there is noise and chatter everywhere and the clocks are silent. Time seems to last forever and it is crushing me.
But now, there is silence. Now, I can breathe. I am alone, wrapped in the familiar sound of nothingness. My eyes are still closed, my mind still focused on my breathing. I will not think of days gone by. Right now, I am only here. Right here, where I belong.
Silence, only the ticking sounds of the clock are echoing through the room. Time is moving forward again. I smile gently. I breathe deeply. Finally, I am home.
But now, there is silence. Now, I can breathe. I am alone, wrapped in the familiar sound of nothingness. My eyes are still closed, my mind still focused on my breathing. I will not think of days gone by. Right now, I am only here. Right here, where I belong.
Silence, only the ticking sounds of the clock are echoing through the room. Time is moving forward again. I smile gently. I breathe deeply. Finally, I am home.