Sunday, March 6, 2011


A beach, a resort, a double date, a double murder. Nah. I’ll toss my playwright dreams for now. Just another goal left incomplete while twiddling my thumbs on this lonely island. I once loved the feeling of sand between my toes, running for the waves to escape the heat. Now even my toes are bored.

I think I’ll take one final swim. A fitting end, the curtain call. Or is it the curtain close? It’s hard to remember these years. A wave of blue, and then...

A super boss, a supernova, a super bossa nova. That’s it! Maybe another day.

1 comment:

  1. Wow, I really like this one. Well done, it's now my personal favourite.