After a vicious bout of writer's block, I am forcing myself to write at least once every day for one year.
Welcome to my gibberish experiment.
Wednesday, October 5, 2011
Day 365: One.
Like a ballerina pirouetting across an empty stage,
As gracefully as she can,
She takes a giant leap and exits stage right.
No thunderous applause.
No symphony reprise.
Just the soft rustle of the curtain fall,
A full, fast-beating heart,
A smiling face,
And the echo of one last dance.