Harder time for Crime I didn’t do (Part 2)
It has been six months and no one has found a lick of evidence that could hold me or prove that someone else did it. I've been waiting the six months and hard long hours for a crime I didn't do to get out. I understand that the cops are just doing their job but six months no evidence? What is taking them so long to convict the person who actually did it? I had nothing to do with this crime but why am I the one in jail for it? Let's see how long it'll take them to really catch the perp and find the money that he taken with him.
Harder time for a crime I didn’t do (Part 1)
Why does it seems that cops have nothing better to do but putting people in handcuffs? I mean, I was minding my own damn business. Why would I rob a store that I religiously go to? On top of that its not like I had motive to do so. Now I'm sitting here behind bars waiting for them to figure out who really did it. And as I wait, I'm thinking who could have known that I have been there before.
Waiting
Tick tock as I watch the clock. Time passes hour by hour, minutes by mintue, second by second, moment by moment the time passes. I wait and wait. I play the game of waiting. The more I wait the more I see. I have practice the art of waiting for the perfect moment. I wait in the trees for someone to see me. Waiting and waiting.
Blank Pages
When I look at blank page I see an opportunity to explore and find what I can write on such a perfect blank empty page. The blank pages of my book, my life is something I search to find a way to fill it. To make new experiences, to find a way of life. I see endless blank pages that I wish to fill with words, with fantasies of different worlds that I want to take my readers. I'm only a simple author of many words for other but little to none for myself. I like to tell stories and write them too. My blank pages are waiting to be filled.
-Wendy Haynes