The beauty of silence, is the noise of no words,
Where is the light in your deep dark room?, A shock of light could save you from the shadow.
Why is the dark behind the moon? Out of reach until the light is shattered.

viernes, octubre 14, 2011

a thin dark line



Out on the terrace she filled her lungs with air that tasted of copper. Clouds
appeared to sag to the treetops, bloated with rain that had yet to fall.
Then it had finally begun, an

angry spitting that would, any second, become a deluge.

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