Wednesday, April 3, 2013

like two strangers turning into dust


it's remarkable how things can get so quiet all of a sudden. there is a finality in the air again. i whisper about it a lot; you catch glimpses in the shadows, glowing with a subdued yellow, fatalistic swirls of leaves encircling; eyes closed, body floating, then the body falls, smashes, and nothing.

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