coogiez
Aug 7, 2008, 04:07 AM
One day,
Say, a few from now,
I had just came inside, had sat down at my desk, and started too draw a vast landscape.
With as many hills, valleys, cliffs, fauna and flora possible.
Nearly completing the picture, I shuddered,
My shoulders ran cold, my fingers like ice, feet numb and chest shaking.
It had been several hours,
It was now dark,
My family, cats, dogs, birds and humans alike were asleep,
Time had passed so quickly,
And all that gave light was an old lamp right next too me,
That hanged over the page, but out of my heads way.
It had given the illusion of day too my focused eyes.
I had now lost my feeling of comfort inside my imagination.
And everything felt dull.
So I ran too my door,
Switched on my light, pulled the cover off my bed and threw it around me.
Sat down on the seat again, and wrapped myself up in my cover, feet and all.
I now felt warm, my fingers a bit cold,
By everything was feeling right again.
There are millions upon millions that will never have that feeling.
I threw my blanket on the ground,
Switched off the light,
Turned on the lamp and sat down, cold again.
And tried so hard too get that feeling without the help.
It came.
And I was more comfortable then I had ever been.
Say, a few from now,
I had just came inside, had sat down at my desk, and started too draw a vast landscape.
With as many hills, valleys, cliffs, fauna and flora possible.
Nearly completing the picture, I shuddered,
My shoulders ran cold, my fingers like ice, feet numb and chest shaking.
It had been several hours,
It was now dark,
My family, cats, dogs, birds and humans alike were asleep,
Time had passed so quickly,
And all that gave light was an old lamp right next too me,
That hanged over the page, but out of my heads way.
It had given the illusion of day too my focused eyes.
I had now lost my feeling of comfort inside my imagination.
And everything felt dull.
So I ran too my door,
Switched on my light, pulled the cover off my bed and threw it around me.
Sat down on the seat again, and wrapped myself up in my cover, feet and all.
I now felt warm, my fingers a bit cold,
By everything was feeling right again.
There are millions upon millions that will never have that feeling.
I threw my blanket on the ground,
Switched off the light,
Turned on the lamp and sat down, cold again.
And tried so hard too get that feeling without the help.
It came.
And I was more comfortable then I had ever been.