Quintessential Contemporary

her eyes widened as her soul rushed back in i left the room with no comprehension as to her doom. the paper scratched back as the pen scrawled with enough force to leave a real mark this time. or excuse me, the typewriter keys play ticks and tocks in my ears over and over. no one writes with pencil anymore. what we have done surely limits our understanding (just throw yourself with me into the digital sea) with no boat in sight we are lost in the tide exactly how we should be: with no comprehension as to her doom. time to self destruct some more