pinky041998

The quarter moon hides behind an ocean of sky stretching into forever. It peeks out from behind its veil, revealing two figures that stand alone under the endless shade of darkened brush. A soft breeze begins to pick apart the shadows from atop the forest canopy. "This water you've been treading was never meant for you." His eyes are sunken, dead with heartache. "Then why did you come here, my love? Why am I still here?" She whispers fearfully. The moon has decided to show itself. She cautiously steps toward him from beneath the midnight shadow. Her moonlit silhouette begins to bloom, bleaching out the darkness. "There's something I h

"So, this is where you go when you're not around." She says looking nowhere near me, inching toward the crumbling ruins of an ancient, wooden desk and a rickety old chair resting not far from it in the corner. She leap frogs effortlessly over the chair landing perfectly seated then proceeds to pull open the middle drawer, reaching inside it fearlessly. "Yeah, it's pretty nice here." She says without looking away from the drawer and continues rummaging through it for something. I can't imagine what. "This desk is cute. I see how this place is your ideal form of escape." Again, she speaks across to me without looking. This room is nothing bu

Eyes open. The consciousness she's gathering in the pitch black seemingly contradicts itself.The eyes struggling to focus on anything at all center over every memory she's trying to attain. The darkness at this moment isn't the emptiness surrounding, it's her inability to maintain cognizance. She closes her eyes again. Talk about irony. The world is oblique, her full panicked breaths echoing infinite shadow. She feels like one complete bruise;or break, or scrape, or gash, or laceration, her frenzied mind numbing over the possibilities of what's lying throughout the darkness in addition to herself as well. Her legs remain unresponsive th