Nineteen Years Old.
2005-11-04 @ 9:39 p.m.
A train of idea speeds fast and derails half way out his mouth, a half-thought, a fragment, grammatically incorrect.
Spot light, too bright, dilates his pupils, sets the tone, dictates the scene and makes it blue with unnatural fluorescence.
A typical evening as sweat beads on his forehead, wets his hair, and innovation becomes cardiovascular as his breathing deepends.
An excercise of intellect.
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