Not With a Bang But a Whimper.

And there I was, thinking I was doing this big thing. Baring my soul. Giving a piece of my heart. Sharing. Doing that shit you normally read about in books. Expecting a catharsis. Literature teaches us that communication and development of narrative lead to conflict resolution, forging deeper bonds.
I did not expect something big.

A smidge of revelation. A touch of liberation. A hint of catharsis.

A murder of crows.
A quiver of cobras.
A parliament of owls.
A squabble of seagulls.
A shrewdness of apes.
A mischief of mice.

Anything.
Nothing.

Shape without form, shade without colour,
Paralysed force, gesture without motion

A whimper.

(More randomness on http://users.tinyonline.co.uk/gswithenbank/collnoun.htm)

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