sally has been thought; a doctor d exclusive

There was once this thought that crossed my mind. She was, amongst other things, an interestingly feisty thought. I called her Sally. Through mines and battlefields, five-lane freeways and thickets full of nasties she had never seen before she battled. She came upon adversaries and enemies and faced scarier things than one may face trekking the darker realms of the underworld, but never did she forgo what it was she set out to do - enlighten. She had been called recondite by her other thoughts, those she had presumed her friends. But she had never let them drag her down. Not once. Not ever. She had worked all her short life to make it out of the blur and into the conscious, to emerge from the crowd, and through the exegete of clarity brought about by quite moments of self-reflection, make it as a thought; unforgotten and unforgettable. Her sine qua non was not her indispensability, but her presence, like a lightning bolt across a velvet sky - simply unforgettable. She had a vim unlike any other thought, and that perhaps is why I have to tell her story. She asked not for any perquisite or gratitude, but only for time. She waited, bode and wasted her time, just waiting for her moment. Her quiddity was not that she was a fantastic thought, but an intense and striking thought. She had time of day for only one thing - and that was making sure she was immortal. She became the cynosure of every thought in my mind. She never warranted their envy. She was apposite to every other thought, and each felt usurped of importance and worth. She was wonderful. She occupied the centre of the my cranial firmament and I loved it.

Her moment came. And she couldn't be happier. As she streaked out, past every encumberment that had held her to my mortal conscious since she had formed, she left behind her only one remnant. The satisfaction that Sally had been thought.