This Article is a Stub, 3

Eclipse and a cardboard fire a cold December night. Drunk enough to notice just how perverse looked the light – the moon turned orange like a blister and the ash clawed at the breeze. To see something with such grandeur cannot help but slightly free my thoughts of subtle introspections that I barely knew were there. Musings on the taste of pain, the color of despair – and it is all for paltry nothing because I get nothing across. There is no more message to transmit, I am truly at a loss.


~ by perfectionatrix on December 28, 2010.

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