A RockA Story by CraftedUniqueA short I came up with. Does it count to say I’m lost? I get it, such a melodramatic thing to say, but could I? My world isn’t as messed up as any other person that walks by me, or even a quarter as bad as the fishes down below, but I can’t help it. I’m selfish. Plain and simple. Maybe too plain and simple in my story. I wish that my wishes could come true and something in my path can cause some chaos, even for me to regret it later. I just want complications in my way, year, month, or even a day. I wouldn’t mind if I could think of a catchy motto to speak out and become charismatic to others. It’s not that I won’t, if I could I’d jump out a plane, climb down a pitch-black cave, or be lost in the sea. I can’t. My way has always been plain and simple. Not even average. That doesn’t even exist to me. So, I’m lost, as I want to be, because it’s something to me, it gives me something to think about. It shares more questions. “How did I get lost?” or “When did I get lost?” or maybe even, “What can I find being lost?”. That can become something, curiosity, lustfulness, creation. In a split second, unknown entities can grow, future generations exploding. Life. Generosity allowing me to change. A want always be needed. The increase of something and nothing. What could it be called? Imagination. A force that no person or object could objectify, but manipulate. Stories, from love-invading, war-inflicting, separating, connecting. All at once, and never at some point. I could be rambling, I could be telling a long-lost tale, never to be understood. For what’s it worth, could you be lost too?
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1 Review Added on July 19, 2017 Last Updated on July 19, 2017 AuthorCraftedUniqueHollywood, FLAboutI want to advance my writing skills and I'm always open to good criticism. I enjoy reading and would like to be positive to others work. Don't be shy to knock on my mind. more..Writing
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