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red blends into the orange and brown blends into the white it's all the same to me it compresses my imagination and hinders my sight if i had a ladder i could go out the window but there's not one around i can escape in my mind but can only go so far somewhere in the world there's someone thinking the same thing maybe we can find each other and escape to somewhere we can be at peace
As the days drew on, the leaves grew heavy on my mind. They ate away at me like abscesses, each day producing yet another sore. They piled on until I could no longer take it. I drew them into an immense pile, stretched toward heaven as if begging for forgiveness. They would find none with me. A single match was all it took. An old, bedraggled lawn chair with rust hanging onto every corner saw its first light in years that evening. I sat it in front of the warm, maniacal flames which were licking the sky, giving the leaves no reprieve. I sat there until every last one of those small, secretive vessels of evil turned into ash. And when they did I smiled to myself. No longer would they torment me. I finally got even.
the stars shone brightly in the sky that night. the moon was out, and the sky was clear. everything was perfect except her. she looked up at the beautiful sky and thought. everything that came out of her mouth sounded so dumb and unimportant. she had a nagging fear that no one liked her. everyone else was back at camp, but she couldn't sleep. she had gotten up earlier and crept silently to the creek's edge and sat down on a rock. There was a slight breeze, and the crisp, mountain air made it seem like she was alone in the world and everything was wonderful. she liked that feeling, but was saddened by the realization that the sun would take it all away in a few hours.
the darkness surrounded me like a fog; it was choking me. i turned around and started to go back, but i stopped. i paused on the sidewalk for a moment, contemplating my fate. the steam from the gratings was rising into the air. i looked up at it swirl into the black and eventually disappear. that’s what we all will eventually do, i thought. fade into nonexistence. and then i laughed at my ability to create a depressing thought out of anything at all.
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Enjoyment would be too light a word to depict the emotion that blew through my mind while reading that. Your word imagery was beautiful. Please, post another sometime in the near future so that we can swim in such language again.
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