The true origin story... for @aspendao's contest.
“3 AM is the hour of writers, painters, poets, over-thinkers, silent seekers, and creative people.” ~ Unknown
Ceiling has been resistant to fire. These types of ceilings are found in commercial and residential construction.
A fun story about a man called Collin who doesn't like visitors but soon learns his lesson by a young boy called Sam.
[Edited] Love these songs so I wrote a chorus with the daily prompt. ⚡✒️
"Why is there a feeling on the ceiling?" "Because that's where they go when we're not ready to deal with them."
When you've tried banging at the doors and walls, look up. (Based on a quote written by Munia Khan.)
'The sky is my limit'. I said. 'No,the ceiling is your limit'. he replied.
I wrote this past midnight last night, as you can probably tell (by the time stamps and by the quality of writing). anyways, it fit the daily prompt, so here we are!
entry for the daily prompt 'Ceiling'. This is kind of a parallel to my poem "four o'clock in the mourning", my entry for the prompt 'Alarm'. | i tried, like, i really tried to get words out.
The true origin story... for @aspendao's contest.
“3 AM is the hour of writers, painters, poets, over-thinkers, silent seekers, and creative people.” ~ Unknown
Ceiling has been resistant to fire. These types of ceilings are found in commercial and residential construction.
A fun story about a man called Collin who doesn't like visitors but soon learns his lesson by a young boy called Sam.
[Edited] Love these songs so I wrote a chorus with the daily prompt. ⚡✒️
"Why is there a feeling on the ceiling?" "Because that's where they go when we're not ready to deal with them."
When you've tried banging at the doors and walls, look up. (Based on a quote written by Munia Khan.)
'The sky is my limit'. I said. 'No,the ceiling is your limit'. he replied.
I wrote this past midnight last night, as you can probably tell (by the time stamps and by the quality of writing). anyways, it fit the daily prompt, so here we are!
entry for the daily prompt 'Ceiling'. This is kind of a parallel to my poem "four o'clock in the mourning", my entry for the prompt 'Alarm'. | i tried, like, i really tried to get words out.