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Zen on a Saturday
written by Sugar Free08:29 PM 2/12/05Saturday marks Zen's least favorite day of the week. How queer for some one to not enjoy a saturday.. but never the less Saturday reminds Zen of something. Something that is not to be spoken of. There has been a terrible heartache in Zen's life, and for some reason sitting around on a saturday and relaxing alwasy relights that fir tht burns in his mind. It seems as if the day drags on forever.. and even when night falls the sky never gets dark, instead it just luminates the memories of his past. A past that follows him to bed and stays with him in his dreams until he finds himself living a Sunday morning.
If only Zen knew how to mend the mistakes of his past, he would never have to imagine what his life could have been. and forever his heart will belong to a girl name Saturday who will come back to him for a brief time, once every week.
On this day Zen is only Human.. something less than we all expected, but so much more than we could ever fathom. |
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| » Comments / Feedback | by hells_fuzzy (2-24-2005 - 12:59 AM)
| it's good n all but i'm confuzid |
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