I wonderd at lenth at what being a Carlo ment. I just pushed it out of mind. My leg twitched from being alseep. I stare at the screen looking for something to flow of an idea into words. It's hard to write sometimes when you have nothing to go on. I turned on Coldplay mentaly agreeing with myself. I had to get out of the house. My mom was making racket in the kitchen but I decied to ignore it. Painfuly, I sharpend my hearing for a call in the drive way of truck tire on pavement. My eye lids felt heavy. Yet, tired I was not. Everything was peaceful now. Each doing there one thing. Mother left to cook wonderful food of which I wouldnt be here for. A grimmace turned on my face. Why now? When I'm not here? I shook my head in distaste. No matter. Soon I'd see sunrise and Cuban. There were several feverish glances towards the window only to avial to nothing at all. So, this is life. Waiting on the edge of an invisible line waiting to be able to dive off into whatever the focus is. I realized now that I wouldnt be here, in this office chair for awhile typing so freely about whoever and whatever. I sighed and relished in the stillness of just my fingures hammering out on the keybords like dancers. Keep telling yourself you'll be on the road soon. Remember that. So I did.
- The Typist
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