Solving

Tue, 01/13/2015 - 18:55 -- CaptCoe

Nothing left to do but try.

Focusing, traveling through the thoughts in my mind, discarding some and grabbing at others.

Looking past the pages into the desk, into the floor, into the darkness of the earth.

All the while, scribbling words onto paper, sometimes numbers, sometimes strange symbols.

At last, clarity, I can see the path, I only need to walk it.

Following the trail left behind my myself, the day before.

The pen moves no more, and shoulders shrug, stretching.

Just a few more left in the assignment.

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CaptCoe

Written for the "Flawless" scholarship.

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