Thursday, January 04, 2007
I imagined that the wind flowing through the trees was smoke moving through the shredded leaves of tobacco in a cigarette. Blue sky was above me but it hurt my soul because I always associated blue sky with warmth and playground laughter. But there was only the wind mocking me and the sky refusing to comfort me and the fallen leaves beginning to engulf me. That was when I knew that if I stayed motionless I would disappear more than ever.
// posted by sinner @ 9:41 AM 
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