Why have i changed ? why am i emotionless ? it’s like I’ve gone through reverse metamorphosis from butterfly to caterpillar . What is wrong with me ? Is there something wrong with me ? I’ve tired to be a saint , but i am a solider . Is this my purpose , covered in green like a guardian of nature .
Our unit moved out of Tango Urilla the task was subtraction . We were the zebra’s not because of the animal but the color , we were full of good and bad men , but us knowing was pointless , We were men of chaos with a purpose of harmony , we were lost souls in heavens playground , Hades lap dogs in Zeus cage.
November 2, 2015 at 5:23 pm
Morgan,
I have read each of your creative writing openings, they each present their own interesting areas for development BUT what you must do now is pick one and commit to it.
I’m happy to sit with you and help you develop some ideas.