Putting color onto the canvas brought a smile to his face and chase away his frustrations
As the white disappeared behind his assured strokes, his happiness grew
It was cathartic to brush in his happy little trees standing tall
Nothing could ruin his mood now
This is where all his mistakes were opportunities
Eveline felt the ground beneath her feet crumble
Removing what firm standing she had in this reality
Other worlds flashed before her falling eyes
Diminishing into dots as she sped by, but she thought she still heard her friends somehow
Everyone was concerned when Eveline went catatonic again. It was so tragic.
When the hands swept past noon
All eyes were drawn to the two men standing in the street
Today only one of them would walk away
Capping a monumental story of conflict between two protagonists
High above, the bells chimed out, punctuated by two percussive blasts, and then dead silence
Standing in front of the mirror, he feels vulnerable
Until he starts the process of putting on his armor
It’s part the ritual and part the layers of protection.
That makes him feel invulnerable, especially with the addition of the power tie.
Soapy bubbles covering his body he dropped his soap by his feet
Leaning down to retrieve it, he took a small step.
It left him unbalanced, he reached out to stop the fall, but down he went
Pulling the shower curtain down with him
Putting him on the floor, underneath the curtain, with the shower still on
Everyone rushed to the bathroom and saw him there sprawled on the floor
Reaching for the toilet, he levered himself into a sitting position
Yielding him a standing ovation from his roommates and a ten from the Russian judge
So many people just passed her by
Like she was mentally standing still
Outside their assumptions were correct
When you stopped and listened, you realized she was lightyears ahead.
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Conducting the music of her life
Olivia is quite the maestro
Never missing an up beat
Crescendoing past anything life threw at her
Everything is so legato under her masterful baton
Retarding to a stately pace when it was time to rest
The angels give her a standing ovation in her dreams
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And if you want two, well we’ll throw that second one in on us.
Let your fingers do the walking and call us now. Operators are standing by.
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Abdi Mohammed
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Sarah Torribio and her right brain. Music. Musings. Writing. Style.
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