A hot scalding day
I sit motionless and stare at my fan
Moving to the left
Moving to the right
My face an icy stone magnet
Follows the movement
My distressed eyes try to follow the blades
Every time I feel that pappy chilled breeze
It makes me enjoy the little things
Because for that one short moment
I am not worried
I am not thinking
I am just…me
Jun 17, 2010
Jun 17, 2010 at 5:51 AM UTC
A hot scalding day
I sit motionless and stare at my fan
Moving to the left
Moving to the right
My face an icy stone magnet
Follows the movement
My distressed eyes try to follow the blades
Every time I feel that pappy chilled breeze
It makes me enjoy the little things
Because for that one short moment
I am not worried
I am not thinking
I am just…me
©2010 Paul Celano
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