Comments | alibaba11: For Mrs. Utley

alibaba11

For Mrs. Utley

Dec 10, 2004 22:27

Leaves dangled limply in the silence, tips glowing red as if dipped in the blood of a thousand forgotten sunsets. The air was musty, full of memories of moth-eaten couches and tea with relatives teetering on the edge of death. Through the eyes of Francisco, the world was out of focus; his fingers blurred into an amorphous grey cloud when he ( Read more... )

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unjoelated January 16 2005, 15:23:04 UTC

that was beautiful. i can so feel what he is feeling...but i'm not dead (i'm speaking somewhat hypothetically).
- this makes me think: we die alone. so i will let my "amorphous grey" fingers grip to life, before they themselves dissipate and become no more...[sits at his computer, pensive and thoughtful (mrs. u's version of thoughtful)]