It seems like this is all I’ve been posting to my blog lately. Wow. I need to get an exciting life. Well have no fear, after Christmas I shall prevail! (Don’t I always say that.)
Anyway, here are a few more daybook entries that I happen to fancy.
December 3, 2009
It’s long black shadow slyly inched its way around the majestic art for which scrape the grayish blue night sky above. Inside the cunning shadow, a family sit. The mother snobbishly situated toward the front perched high on her own esteem. A glass sculpture in her hand filled to the rum with the envious blood she sips. Next to her a masculine man, his arms around hers. The look in his face timid yet stern as he lay his eyes on her face. Yet she refuses to give back even the slightest gesture. Farther down, at the back, sits a small child. Ignorant to the happenings of the man and woman in front of him, he gazes out at the buildings as they swiftly pass him by. Above him, nothing more then the meticulous craft of engineering and God’s land. He would’ve never guessed that this very night in the silent hallowed vehicle would be the last night he ever saw the wonderland of New York City.
December 17, 2009
Gloomy thoughts lingered high over the head of Madam Lobestal as she pondered upon the day now passed. Her son now dead, daughter distraught, and husband of the living dead, it seemed as if she was the only sane being of the household, perhaps world. However, in an effort to not allow her thoughts to devour her and preserve her corpse of a soul, she would spend half an hour everyday looking up at the detail on her master bedroom ceiling. As she sit, life drained from her body, staring at the master artwork, she would cry allowing her every problem to drain from her body as tears swiftly slid down her cheeks.
And at the end of it all, Madam Lobestal would tackle sleep, and then the next gloomy day ahead.
