I am…

All last week I was on holidays! And it was awesome. Spent the week at a cottage at Grand Beach, MB. Strangely, we had a heat wave at the beginning of the week, and then it cooled right down and it was cold! I really can’t complain cuz the charming, warm weather has returned, although not at the heat wave magnitude. Not sure how I feel about that… =)

I don’t know how many people know this about me, but I love to run. And I woke up every day on my holidays at 6:30 a.m. just so I could beat the heat. My running route was along the water on the beach. I love running on the beach. There’s nothing like it.

I’m back at work this week, but working towards yet another week of holidays, next week. Très sah-weeeet!

So I have discovered that I am truly crazy about Twitter and have become a wee bit addicted. Okay, okay, I’m a lot twaddicted. Wow, it’s worse than I thought… Anyway, tweeting is always on my mind now. Everything I do, or see, or hear, or say, is fodder for my next tweet. My friends may wanna keep that in mind. Hee hee. =D

So my new writing exercise is based on my thoughts around the fantasy genre image I chose. It was really difficult to go in only one direction, cuz my mind was buzzing with this image. Check out the exercise and enjoy!

I do not sleep.
In fact, the night is my enemy.
It stalks me like a predator, taking everything and giving back nothing.
I am weary.

I do not see the light.
In fact, it has betrayed me.
It led me to believe in hope, in love, yet skewers hot lances through my soul.
I am darkness.

I do not hear.
In fact, I can tune out all the cries of fear and pain and despair.
They do not reach me at all.
I am deaf to them.

I do not weep.
In fact, my tears have long since dried.
The ache that permeated my every fiber has died.
I am numb.

I do not feel.
In fact, I am but an empty shell of my former self.
I once laughed and loved and lived, yet now I only exist.
I am nothing.

do not have a heart.
In fact, a gaping black hole resides in the middle of my chest.
I fear nothing.
I am godless.

I do not fear death.
In fact, I pursue it, I yearn for it.
Yet, it eludes me.
I am immortal.

I do not know peace.
In fact, there is so much blood on my hands, it will not clean.
And, more shall fall at my hand.
I am doomed.

I have to reiterate just how cool this image is. And, I’m thinkin’ I may use it again in a future writing project; cuz there is a much larger story here to be told. And, I’m very interested in unravelling it. Keep an eye out for that image again.


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