"How long?" She asks, from a voice deep within her mind.
To linger like this forever,
a freedom never felt before.
This life, it lacked color.
Until now.
Now, all it has become is color.
A blurred pallet without shapes.
Or edges...
The edge of the world was long gone now.
All that existed was this moment.
The wind.
Deafening.
All that existed was this moment.
Until it was gone.
And so was she.
"Is it over?" She asked, from a voice deep within her mind.
Last edited by Schizophrenic; 02-29-2016 at 08:23 PM.
And I hope you have not a single still moment.
Thumbs up would be a good addition for things like this.
"Ew. Did you check to see what date this raw milk expires?"
"Yeah, what happened?"
"I found a curd."
"Did you shake it?"
"No."
"It's the cream. The fat floats to the top."
"Oh, I just thought it was Bridgid's backwash the first couple of times."
"Wait, why didn't you say 'ew' when you thought that?"
Aww, thank you!
And I hope you have not a single still moment.