Try Me

or should she... here was the night fresh and young, kissing her with it's presence. where had the time fled too? she had had it in her grasp, her control - now everytime she turned around she was getting up in the morning again. it wasn't monotonous but predictable. is this the rut she'd always thought she'd fall in to? but times were changing, new poeple almost every day. her school and work flowed around her incessently demanding answers, commitments, and soul. she begged the day to end it by ending itself. of course she was proud of accomplishing but to what goal. it was a question she never like to think about for to long, but just to keep doing all the things she had gotten herself into by defualt, by choice, by reconcilliation. all this made her want to run very far a way for a while, to sit on that hill. a hill she had never really been to, but had seen in her mind where some other kindred soul had found peace and rest from the maker.