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ObjectWriting => Object Writing Word Of The Day => Topic started by: Lowwraine13 on February 10, 2019, 02:47:12 PM



Title: Wind
Post by: Lowwraine13 on February 10, 2019, 02:47:12 PM
                   A drury Saturday night at the Laundromat and here comes that feeling, dismal and empty. It whirls up like a storm from out of nowhere and comes washing over me like a tidal wave. I feel myself get pushed forward even. I take a step as if to catch myself. The tile under my feet moves a little, it's chipped and broken from its original frame. I quietly moan, "uhhhh". Man here it is again. That feeling of worthlessness. The blue elementary style chairs line the perimeter and surround the washing machines. I go and sit, the large square windows allowing the darkness to come in and hover over me. I know though that in my heart, this feeling shall surely pass.