The clock strikes 3.48 am in the morning
Wednesday, May 09, 2007, 4:30 AM
[ The clock strikes 3.48 a.m. in the morning but I have my empty stare at the walls with my mind lost. ]
The night came and went. I did not sleep well but these feelings remain familiar. I seem to be searching for something, yet I do not know what it is.
Searching foolishly for what I do not know.
I went back to sleep.
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The night was dead, just as I have been.
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Becky lives with a gay cat called Mr. Bond. Sometimes she has the unfortunate tendency to philosophized things in her head.
Her personal blog, Collection of My Confessions was one of the finalists for the Web Blog Awards 2007, the world's largest blog competition along with notable writers such as Neil Gaiman (the popular writer for his award-winning series The Sandman).
Currently she is also a writer for Renaissance Publishing — an independent publishing house dedicated to supporting local writing based on literary merit.
In her spare time, she enjoys doing social work such as mentoring among other eccentric things that you may not expect.
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Her personal blog, Collection of My Confessions was one of the finalists for the Web Blog Awards 2007, the world's largest blog competition along with notable writers such as Neil Gaiman (the popular writer for his award-winning series The Sandman).
Currently she is also a writer for Renaissance Publishing — an independent publishing house dedicated to supporting local writing based on literary merit.
In her spare time, she enjoys doing social work such as mentoring among other eccentric things that you may not expect.
View her complete profile
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