Post by Maxwell on Jun 2, 2005 1:20:54 GMT -8
Inspiration had struck him this evening. He had written and tossed away several starts on the poem for Charisma. Finally something worthy of such a Kindred had come to him.
Pulling up a cozy chair he sat next to his fire place. He couldn't bring himself to light a fire in it though.
The rain hadn't stopped all day apparently and was continuing into the night. Uncapping his pen he began writting, mouthing the words as he went. A habit he had developed long before being embraced. It seemed to help with how the words would be felt, as he would be saying them. Expressing his feelings through words, but this was a bit more difficult than he thought.
"Hmmm..."
After putting pen to paper, the words didn't seem to fit as well as he hoped. Something had broken his concentration, and the path his mind was on was gone. Maybe it was the rain, maybe it was thoughts of a time long gone. A lot of things had come about in the past few weeks, things he wasn't prepared for. His new position was still unsettling to him. Perhaps a drive and something to eat would help clear his mind. The bars are all closed, but there should still be some busty life on the streets somewhere....
Pulling up a cozy chair he sat next to his fire place. He couldn't bring himself to light a fire in it though.
The rain hadn't stopped all day apparently and was continuing into the night. Uncapping his pen he began writting, mouthing the words as he went. A habit he had developed long before being embraced. It seemed to help with how the words would be felt, as he would be saying them. Expressing his feelings through words, but this was a bit more difficult than he thought.
"Hmmm..."
After putting pen to paper, the words didn't seem to fit as well as he hoped. Something had broken his concentration, and the path his mind was on was gone. Maybe it was the rain, maybe it was thoughts of a time long gone. A lot of things had come about in the past few weeks, things he wasn't prepared for. His new position was still unsettling to him. Perhaps a drive and something to eat would help clear his mind. The bars are all closed, but there should still be some busty life on the streets somewhere....
