Leaving for the last minute is totally my style
And I usually can make it work
Then there is the time you know it is due tomorrow
Except it was due last week. Oops!
Leaving for the last minute is totally my style
And I usually can make it work
Then there is the time you know it is due tomorrow
Except it was due last week. Oops!
The situation was very sticky that she found herself in
All the good intentions in the world were not going to help her now
Pushing the button, the last of her coins activated the slot machine
Everyone watched the miracle on the old grainy video when they pulled the …
Making that walk down the hallway, her feet heavier with each step
If she had more time to think, more time to make sure, more time to know if this was right
She was now having doubts, yet here she was wearing white and wondering if she had an “I do” in her.
Everyone was waiting, but looking down that aisle felt like she was walking her last…
Songs rang through the night, raising everyone’s spirits
It made the darkness come alive with magical moments
No one was ever going to forget it for the rest of their lives
Given that the ghosts were slaughtering all those that lived, their memories didn’t have to last for long.
Been yanking on his face hairs since she was a wee little babe
Every day was a repeat of the last, and he loved every minute of it
And yet, one day she decided she was too old to do it anymore
Reaching for his own face hairs, he gave them a tug
Damn that hurt. It just wasn’t the same.
Giving a toss of the dice, he closed his eyes
And projected the vision he needed as he heard them hit the table
Maybe if he truly believe, his luck would decide to work
But belief and seven bucks would buy him a venti latte at Starbucks
Looking at the pips he shook his head dejectedly. He’d have to go to work tomorrow
Except it wasn’t time to leave yet. He pulled out the last of his bankroll
Putting together yet another try was one of the most satisfying things he did
Reaching down he snapped in the last fitting and took a breath, ready to see if it worked
Of course, building all these iterations was also one of the worst things he could do
They reminded him of the numerous failures he didn’t plan for, that he was a bad engineer
Only he knew there was almost zero chance that the first one would work out of the box
That was the stuff of myths, legends, and dumb luck
Yearning to know if this was the one, he flipped the on switch
Prepared for sparks to fly and flames to claim one more attempt
Except this time it didn’t burn. It still didn’t work, but that was still progress?
Baby porcelain doll, the last one her daughter had ever held, burst into sharp shards as it hit the floor
Releasing so many emotions in her, some she thought she had closed within that small casket
Everyone around her just stopped and stared, silent, not knowing what to do or say
As she watched those pieces scatter she started drowning in a psychological flood
Keeping the tears away was impossible as she felt something inside of her…
Claustrophobic tall walls keep closing in the farther he fled
As he rounded a corner, he came to a sheer cliff face announcing it was the end of the road
Now all he could do was turn around and confront his greatest fear
Years had passed since the last time he had faced the gunslinger
On that occasion. he had escaped with only losing his dignity
Now it was time to pay for all those years of running… A single shot echoed.
Coming up to the edge and looking down
Leaves her feeling butterflies in the stomach and light headed
It makes her feel like she could fly if she just had faith and took that last step.
Focusing on that feeling, she makes her decision and closes her eyes, allowing herself to drop
Falling backward, she lands on a pillow of grass, happy with her choice
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