I will never forget my first blog post. I will never forget my first blog. Both came to life when I was miles away away from home.
There are marked shades of duality. It is nearly 6am and it is nearly 5am.
It is nearly 5am now. I look down on this city from the ninth floor of this building and I see a sea of lights as if the stars had decided to adorn the earth instead of the sky tonight where skyscrapers... I forget it is morning. These skyscrapers sparkle and stand so tall, almost like a legion of knights. I wonder whether these knights are armed. They certainly carry an air of nobility but I'd like to see the King who has chosen these knights. So many years have gone by. Years have flied past. Yet I have never seen the King here...or 'a' king for that matter. These highways have been laid out for a ceremony. But it looks like that here every where any way, as if they're all preparing for a ceremony to greet their King. I still have not seen the King. The people appear content nonetheless, perhaps why the King never appears. Or maybe there is no king and there never was one.
At this height I can hear the wind roar against these wide glass windows and I can see the ninth floor doesn't stand very tall among these skyscrapers.
A snore rings to my left. An eye screws right. I lie ahead. I must go back. These elevators do not cover miles. The suitcase must be zipped and I must go back. I am your average Robert Frost.
Not an hour has passed by. It's nearly 6am.
There are marked shades of duality. It is nearly 6am and it is nearly 5am.
It is nearly 5am now. I look down on this city from the ninth floor of this building and I see a sea of lights as if the stars had decided to adorn the earth instead of the sky tonight where skyscrapers... I forget it is morning. These skyscrapers sparkle and stand so tall, almost like a legion of knights. I wonder whether these knights are armed. They certainly carry an air of nobility but I'd like to see the King who has chosen these knights. So many years have gone by. Years have flied past. Yet I have never seen the King here...or 'a' king for that matter. These highways have been laid out for a ceremony. But it looks like that here every where any way, as if they're all preparing for a ceremony to greet their King. I still have not seen the King. The people appear content nonetheless, perhaps why the King never appears. Or maybe there is no king and there never was one.
At this height I can hear the wind roar against these wide glass windows and I can see the ninth floor doesn't stand very tall among these skyscrapers.
A snore rings to my left. An eye screws right. I lie ahead. I must go back. These elevators do not cover miles. The suitcase must be zipped and I must go back. I am your average Robert Frost.
Not an hour has passed by. It's nearly 6am.
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