Writing (12/03)

Sorry about the format, it wouldn't let me fix it.

I wrote this very quickly without much thought placed into it.  It was for one of those free writing situations where you just write whatever.  When I’m doing freewrites I hate coming up with actual stories, things with plots just tend to fly right out of my head.  Instead I like to focus on feelings and characters.  I hate names, I never give my freewrite character names and I seem to gravitate towards second person.  I’m kind of curious what you guys think of this, there are certain connections I make and certain words I use all etched in there for a reason and I really want to see if you catch it.  Sometimes I think I place to much significance in mundane things in my story.  Most people would just cut them out I imagine…

NightTime

It is the last day of summer and you feel content as the warmth fills up your body.  It sends odd shivers down your spine and you wonder why.  The night air is warm with the occasional accompanying breeze outlining your face.  You aren’t wearing any shoes.  The grass tickles your feet as you ponder about your thoughts and whether or not they make any sense.  They tend jump around quickly with no transitions.

Autumn has fully settled when you take another excursion out.  You miss it and wonder why you haven’t been walking more.  It probably has something to do with being busy all the time, or at least that’s your excuse.  You think it’s funny that you have to make acceptable excuses for yourself because you feel the need to justify your actions to the only one watching.  You feel slightly pathetic for doing so.  The moon is out and you look up, it’s full, it’s bright and it’s beautiful.  You wished you spent more time out here.  It seems to calm the everlasting knot that resides in your stomach.  The air is cold and breathing is made easy, but you don’t stay out for very long, you left your jacket at home and you go back to retrieve it, only you don’t return and settle into your bed for a dreamless slumber instead.

Winter comes and goes in a blink of an eye.  It was a hazy experience of jolly cheers and hastily wrapped presents.  You don’t quite remember it, only acknowledged the stress that it weighed on your shoulders.  There was too much running around and dizziness.  You’re glad it’s over.

Spring rolls in steadily.  Things start to die down and your body is tired.  You huff and sigh a lot even though you’ve got no real reason to.  You’re too wrapped up in things you don’t really care about anymore not really sure what you’re doing.  You like to question yourself around this time, question your abilities, your desires, your needs…You wonder if you really know yourself as well as you thought you did.  Spring is usually a time where you become undeniably lost in every sort of way.  You throw your pen down in frustration one night and settle off into a nighttime journey of yesteryear, you had forgotten how good it felt to soak in the stars.  They gaze down upon you, smiling brightly in the sky.  You feel the corner of your lips tug slightly upward before you decide to head inside.

It’s the first day of summer and you feel content as the warmth fills up your body…