This is how it works: you get 5 words and with these 5 words you have to write an entry. The words might or might not be related. You decide how to combine them, and how long your entry will be. You tag your entry with 5wordchallenge and whatever other tags you like. Finally, you put the words in bold.
This week's challenge: midnight, sorrow, eyes, stillness, floor
In about one week the challenge will be passed on to someone who participated in this one, hosted by Ancora Impara.
Alone.
Finally!
Good, bad, or indifferent I really needed the space. So much has been going on that my days are bluring into one never ending week, then before I've known it . . . . the whole flipping month nearing an end. What the hell have I done? Where have I been? With one less job than before I feel myself slipping back into old habbits. It's easy to ignore things when one's time is taken up doing something else. My roommate is gone and won't be back for a few days, so that means just me and the kits. Me and the kits. I don't know, maybe it's just me, but when lying on the floor I feel grounded. Like I'm returning to the orignal state of being. I lie spread eagle dawning my favorite lounge pants and Carebear hoodie. I couldn't find Sunshine Bear, so I settled for Goodluck Bear. Anyway . . . . As I'm taking in the stillness of the house suddenly all the things I've been avoiding for weeks now slowly seep into my fore most thoughts. At that very moment I wished distraction would come. I'm weighed down by so much sorrow, I can't move to sit up. All I can do is blink back the tears welling up in my eyes. But I can't stop them from coming. The tears run down the sides of my face, creating pools that are soaked up by my faded red hair. Before I know it I find myself in a full body cry. I cried for what I did and for what I didn't. I cried because it's what I needed right then, finally, alone. I can't remember what time it was when all this started, but when I finally gathered enough strength to move I check my watch it was half passed midnight.
Comments
interesting. has a sad tone. i think it's "spread-eagled" rather than "spread eagle" and it's "half past midnight" rather than "half passed midnight"
a very different use of the words. so interesting the way we all interpret the words differently.i do find these words seem to have contributed to a sad tone for all the pieces (except mine!)