Worn hands, as though time itself were their infliction, touched one another. This first movement of the new morning gradually expressed more - awareness and a hunger not met as he stood watching himself from the corner of the room. It was expected, now, that the shadow would look up to see his person's silhouette against the background of a window-framed sunrise. A gentle melody of orange and rose light crawled through the spaces between his fingers, spun a gold glowing aura over each wrinkle, each strand of hair to cast a featureless duplicate into the room.
*Just wanted to get this idea fetus down before I went to sleep ... it seems as though it was going some place, but I just can't figure out where. I'll sleep on it.
About Me
- Charlotte
- i'm twenty-one When i go to sleep, i think about sleeping, and pirates, and chihuahuas, and pyramids, and treasure, and clouds, and what I ate, and how it's digested, and global warming, and Saddam Hussein, and the colour yellow, and snow, and bicycles, and broccoli, and Amadeus, and things like that. i don't watch television my favourite colours are brown, olive and cream i adore trees; ancient ones with gnarled roots, and baby ones sprouting their first leaves the feel of terracotta gives me the shivers i love the smell of a puppy's breath
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