The Prompt: Lonely
The noise has a heart that beats staccato as it surrounds and isolates. It is brash and it is reckless, and I am excluded in retreat, from the raucous din of competing chatter.
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The noise has a heart that beats staccato as it surrounds and isolates. It is brash and it is reckless, and I am excluded in retreat, from the raucous din of competing chatter.
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There’s a colour to the touch of your hand as you pass by, warm like golden sunshine, the sensation savoured as it lingers, rich in tone and treasured more than fortune.
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There’s a whisper on the wind that speaks of wisdom, bringing insight to those who read between the lines.
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In an instant we see a new reality where minds full of hate laugh as they reap rewards won with lies. Secure in arrogance, charming and charmless, on the make as they take, leaving nothing behind but a bitter pill
Books are the plane, and the train, and the road. They are the destination, and the journey. They are home. Anna Quindlen, How Reading Changed My Life
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In a moment of anger, through a haze of scarlet, I see destruction born of fire and obsession and blood and I feel remorse.
It comes with a whirl of anticipation, a rush of ambition, faith in daydreams. It comes when fortune flies. And, we assure ourselves there is hope.
Is the reflection an impression, or perhaps an imitation, of the person that resides behind the face that I remember?
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The warming hug of a cup of tea The inviting smell of fresh bread The welcoming voice of home There is comfort in security
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