Yet, my mind demands that I complete the work that's piling on my desk. Perhaps that's why I decided to lighten the mood by dressing a little more whimsical:
Oh, do I really want to shut those eyelids now. But I can't, for the sake of my fiction writing class, I shan't. My mind's spiraling my soul into a nest made and cluttered with words. 'Twas such a weird image, though very comforting indeed, for I was cradled in that black mesh of words and phrases, the vocabulary of my life.
Alright, enough with the silly metaphors, and time for me to write about a gorilla. Literally. Updates on that, tomorrow.
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