There’s a spot on the team, who will get it. Is it for me? Is it for her? I think I’ll cry if I get it, I think I’ll cry if I don’t. Crazy to think it’s all over a spot–something so insignificant as a 4 letter word SPOT. WOW, just crazy. How that word means so much to me.
There’s a spot on the ceiling and I wonder where it came from. It looks like a drop that fell on to it, but how could that be? It’s a perfect splash. I lay here and I ponder the mysteries of the universe captured in an unlikely spot. Unexplained and yet true.
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She looked hard @ the spot on the wall, wondering if it was moving or standing still. Was it a bug or a speck of dust that the housekeeper missed? It moved.
Chanpheng
Her eyes had turned blood shot, any semblance of rest had avoided her for days, for there were far more important things to ponder. Why was it that no matter how hard she scrubbed, that damned spot wouldn’t come out?
On the canvas there were some spots. Some circular, some splattering, some irregular. Some coloured, some dull.
Perhaps not *some* spots. The canvas was full of spots.
And the spots were unorganized, yet with harmony.
I do wonder why someone left a note next to it, that all spots should have looked the same.
There’s a spot on the team, who will get it. Is it for me? Is it for her? I think I’ll cry if I get it, I think I’ll cry if I don’t. Crazy to think it’s all over a spot–something so insignificant as a 4 letter word SPOT. WOW, just crazy. How that word means so much to me.
Spot on, she flicks the target lazily. It’s like breathing now, easy with her fingers, can do it with her eyes closed, everything is too easy now.
There’s a spot on the ceiling and I wonder where it came from. It looks like a drop that fell on to it, but how could that be? It’s a perfect splash. I lay here and I ponder the mysteries of the universe captured in an unlikely spot. Unexplained and yet true.
She looked hard @ the spot on the wall, wondering if it was moving or standing still. Was it a bug or a speck of dust that the housekeeper missed? It moved.
Her eyes had turned blood shot, any semblance of rest had avoided her for days, for there were far more important things to ponder. Why was it that no matter how hard she scrubbed, that damned spot wouldn’t come out?