Saturday, September 18, 2010

Pensive?

And the time was moving so slowly.
Everytime it was checked...
Minutes were crawling.
It was unbelievable.

Then he was beginning to speak,
Like he respected everyone around him,
For once.
It clicked.

The book was open.
The pages were becoming soaked.
But it didn't matter,
Because that's what he wanted.

He wanted this to happen.
This night, these people, this situation,
Perfection,
In a matter of hours.

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