Point Of View

It’s so hot in this room, I feel as if I were melting away. It doesn’t seem to be any particular season or time of year, as this strange phenomenon of limbo is creeping up on me more and more lately. Sometimes the ambiguous fog chokes me, but other times I merely decide to go with the flow. There are characters at the back of my mind, imploring me to let them out, while at the same time I’m asking the same thing of them. Whom is really freed in this jumbled relationship? What might they produce in a marathon of writing? Am I their main character, and, if so, is this my desire?

I think it is, yes.


10 thoughts on “Point Of View

  1. It is -13 here with a wind chill factor of -30. I am thinking about summer. Amazing is it not that the imaginagion has no boundaries. Love you post by the way!

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