Wednesday, September 28, 2011

4. Dark

An illusion of time passing slowly as the universe whips by. Sitting across from her, eyes closed, the world feels perfect and whole. A pedestal erected around a failing moment, sight blind to the future. Blind to the cracks in the floor and darkness below. Blind to her flaws.

The wind of the universe passing like a cool sea breeze.

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