Friday, October 08, 2010

April 14, 1994 - Journal entry

It rained all night as the thunder rolled across the valley. The boom of the storm reminded him of the unrest of his life. His grief was far-reaching and deep. The sky was cold and gray. Would the sun ever shine on him again?

He had tried to stop the rain, but it continued to fall endlessly. You can't change the past. You can only live and learn. Second-guessing wastes precious time. But the rain wouldn't let him forget. The sky and rain and trees seemed to merge into an ugly mass. He drifted off to sleep losing consciousness forever.

5 comments:

Rocketstar said...

Love it!

Narkissos said...

awesome! splendid!

Stitching n Shipping said...

whoa! I love this. A bit moody and yet serene.

ExtraO said...

wow.

Thomas said...

Thanks, all. I found these two paragraphs on a piece of paper in my basement the other night and laughed out loud when I read the last line. So bleak.