Caged in a bubble of light we fly
Skin pressed against cool walls
The blue of time races by
As inexorably we fall.
There is in view a golden end
A door that leads us out of here
Opening into atmosphere
Or at least we can pretend.
The spinning wheel will one day stop
Our bubble craft will cease to drop
And out we'll climb and blink and breathe
Free when we thought we'd never leave.
But for now we sit and wait
Wondering if we'll hit that date.
WhatWhyHow???
This year, I set myself the foolish task of trying to write something every day, and what you see here is the result. None of this is finished, polished, or in any way good. It's usually a few lines at the end of the day when I'm tired, my head's broken, and this nonsense spills out of it onto the page. Feel free to comment away, and if you think anything has any potential then let me know and I might have a go at working on it further.
But hang on, where's the first month? You've ripped us off! I hear you say... Well, yes. I have been writing since the beginning of January, but it's taken me a while to get the blog up, so everything here is a month old.
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