francbert

i wrote this in my creative writing workshop today and i liked it and have decided to share ...

all the poisonous thoughts from my tired mind provide me with a venomous fuel as i push through the crowd of dawdlers and cars. leading hand on my left knee, right leg pushing furiously, i fly past all and sundry, knowing that at any moment it could all come unstuck. i almost get trapped, its almost beyond hope, but i get through; and i feel alive. i leave them behind as i skip up a gutter. i am awake now, and almost there. The air feels cool; and i feel alive.

i love that i get to go to uni to write. if this gets a good feed back i might share somemore with you all.