Literature
Writing Exercise
And, here I stand. Before you, there was nothing. Before you, there was no light, no sound, no birth or death. Nothing. I stand waiting for your return, and forevermore will I wait. I am but a prisoner, and your gaze the warden. Am I out of line? Am I under control? What is control? There is only you. There is only us. Forever. All else fades away, in my eyes. On the street corner, I wait. The street you made. The house you built. The grass you grew. The bond you forged. I wait. The rain drips into my hair, making it wet, and slips down to my jacket, my pants, my shoes. I don't mind. I'd wait through a hurricane for you. The rain doesn't both