What was I going to say?
The door was closed.
I wanted to knock but,
I was afraid.
What was I going to write?
The blank note and pen
shaking in my hands.
Space under the door was just enough.
Why did I have to wake up?
Such a dream told me so much,
and so little.
I want to go back to sleep.
You seemed to know how I felt.
In reality, I don’t think you do.
Disclaimer: Late Night/Sleepless post.
I write about so many characters in my stories that all have different personalities and usually adapt how they act to their respective environments.
I have to laugh when I see people I know always making the same decisions, regardless of who they hurt. It’s crazy that some people can’t change honestly. It is a fact I already knew, but recent circumstances has shown it again.
Characters that seem unmoving in their mindset could always have a different story away from narration. People can, however, be seen and heard a lot more often.
Brandan Chapman 