Written 5/23/2000. (I was 14 years old)
I
If there was an answer, he'd find it there
In that place that was still so far away.
Would the sea swallow him up?
Or would it just rock the boat?
He didn't know,
But he was scared.
II
He thought maybe he should turn back,
But he was closer to the other side;
He thought he might need something he lacked;
But he was unsure (if) it was on the other side.
III
What should he do?
He kept sailing forward
Toward the dark, black structure
Which shot into the sky like the barrel of a gun
Which shot off smoke;
Which were the clouds.
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Snap shots: a short story collection
Proză scurtăThis is simply a collection of all the short stories not tied to a specific larger writing project but that I want to share.
