So She Saw MeTuesday morning dawned, as usual. George woke me up and made breakfast for us. As he sipped his coffee and rustled his newspaper, he explained to me his plans for tonight. "I'm going out with some of my buddies tonight." He smiled indulgently. "Don't wait up for me, ok?" I agreed. This sort of announcement was not unusual, despite being in the middle of the week. I finished getting ready for work and left for the Studio.The Studio was a small yet rather famous café where I worked as a waitress and manager. I enjoyed working there, not only because the people that I worked with were great, but it was also a convenient place for my friends and I to lunch at from time to time. Today was one of those times. Just as I slid into the booth, Libby and Charlie showed up.Libby was a chatty and chubby blonde woman in her thirties, while Charlie in contrast was a dark, quiet, and thin lady. Of the two, I admit that I liked Charlie the best. Where Libby was loud and prone to jumping to concl
The VoidI try to write, but I can't. My old skill is missing, hiding. Where is the old poet?Let the void come, that which is the best state to write.Let the madnesss come, the creative spark that is and gives life.Clear thy head, the intolerable noise of thinking.Let the void emptiness come.
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