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Someday

by David Alan Scott Jr.
August 1, 1994

          If, in some strange and cosmic way, there comes a time when seven days are not enough, and all of the great minds in their finite wisdom come to me, and they ask me to name for them another day, then I in all my hollow glory would turn to them and call it Someday.
          Imagine, for a moment, eight days in a week: Sunday, then Monday, and followed by Tuesday, with Wednesday and Thursday and Friday, and right after Saturday, "Day Number Eight," the day I call Someday.
          But why, you would ask, would someone like me, with the greatest of minds at the foot of my door, do so odd of a thing as to not put a name on a day, but then rather a word, and the word being 'someday'?
          Think back, for a while, and look back for the day, be it Sunday or Monday or further than that, when you looked to the stars in the lid of your eye and said, "Someday I'll find what I'm looking for, someday," and still you may wonder when "someday" will come.
          And now, thinking back, you will see that when someday I give them a day, then that day will be Someday, and then in the darkest of nights when the brightest of stars fail to shine, we can always have faith in ourselves and have faith in the knowledge that we have a Someday, and then in the deepest of thought, we can all be assured that our "someday" will come.

PUBLICATION: Vortex, mid-June 1995, East High School.

HISTORY: A semi-whimsical writing sprung from my writing-intensive summer holiday.
Notice how each paragraph is really just one long sentence.
Also, there's a technique I used with the words, to give them that rhythmic "flow" as one reads them. I can't remember what the technique is called, but I think it worked.

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