Free Write

I am Wesley Catlett, and I am from the sticks out in Arkansas, I am majoring in Digital Cinema.

The evil is in the square beside the beauty. They merged and touched the opposite of matter, they consumed one another. I remember the explosion of golden liquid along with the red. The flower is dead and decaying as the mold grows. Amputated and smiling. :) We joyride in the death machine through green. We ride high in the sky no headlights in our eyes. Vision spinning tonight, gonna explode but its alright. I almost thought I did, but I didn't, I thought i remembered how to forget but then I forgot to remember.

Place-An area with definite or indefinite boundaries; a portion of space:
A job, post, or position:

A place is either inside or outside. A sense of place is what kind of feelings a place gives you, is it a creepy place? Does the place feel like home? Is it an innocent place? I am really just right here but I am over there to you. Where is the sign on the side of the road that says too far away. Can you get to far away from a place or is it just the people? What is your place in the world. Where is it? Are you there yet, were you alive? Did you live there did you die there. I am melting into this familiar place. The place should not have boundaries and should go on forever, not confining.