It's dark.
It's blank.
But, you know
what?
It's okay.
Patiently waiting
in a sea of nothing.
Floating by gently
as the tide
sweeps me
nonchalantly
away...
And now there's
something.
Something big.
Something I would
never even notice, were it
not for the fact
that I had my
back turned
in the first place...
Life. In all
it's glory, in all
it's splendor. Surrounded
with life! However,
something
seems amiss...
What, exactly, seems
to be the problem
here?
Wish I could tell ye, sir,
but this damned thing
won't let me know!
Back to blankness.
I guess I can deal
with
it...
Hello? Is someone
there?
Someone?
Anyone?
Please.
I need you...
There's that darkness
again...
Sigh... sight was nice.
I think I can remember
what it was like.
I need you...
Then there's a light.
Not too bright.
Out of the darkness.
Shimmery starkness.
I don't need you.
do i?
NO.
It's alright. Go on.
Isn't that cute?














Comments
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I believe in same-sex marriage, do you?
"We want to rip your fucking faces off!" -Gerard Way, Projekt Rev.
"Sing or I'm dropping my pants!" -Little Jimmy, MSI
again...
Sigh... sight was nice.
I think I can remember
what it was like."
Was my favourite part... it almost gives the idea that not knowing what it felt like to see was less painful than seeing, then no longer being able to. Beautifully tragic.
I love the flow, too, the way there are so many line breaks, and the repetition of words within each stanza.
Hehe. I'm quite impressed!
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~ What Would Brian Boitano Do? ~
never got such an in-depth review before...
gosh, and I didn't get YOU anything.
now i feel lousy... =]
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I believe the proper metaphor here involves a river of excrement and a Native American watercraft with no means of propulsion...
NOOO! Lowsiness is plain... plain lowsy! And it's not allowed! At all! Ever! Hahaha
Your "wow" made me feel special
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~ What Would Brian Boitano Do? ~
I have a nasty habit of doing that to people.
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I believe the proper metaphor here involves a river of excrement and a Native American watercraft with no means of propulsion...
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