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So I haven't been able to write anything that I was at all happy with for a while now. Not entirely happy with this, but I finally got an idea. That's good. I won't ramble on about it and bore you all, but, glee.
Leaving my house tonight the streets were dark and the trees were hanging above my ead even blacker than teh streets.
Walkin ginto the park tonight I could see the light at the end of the cement path, could see teh glow that threw me off and scared me. I was used to teh darkness of an empty field at night and instead I got something bright enough to sillhouette the shadow of my body on a swing against the ground.Instead i got something near-day, and it felt like I had cheated the hour and my mood somehow and ended up with something clean and bright instead of muddy and smeared with black.
Staring at the too-bright moon until it hurt my eyes, I felt like the little girl who followed her white-faced drug-lord down the rabbit hole, like the little boy who was seduced by the white-hot ice queen until his chaste childhood lover came and saved him with her tears.
And in a way it was terrifying because all that brightness his what was in shadows, and I couldn't see everywhere the way I used to.
And in a way it was wonderful, because that fear made my breath hurt and let me feel something too completely to not be true.
Leaving my house tonight the streets were dark and the trees were hanging above my ead even blacker than teh streets.
Walkin ginto the park tonight I could see the light at the end of the cement path, could see teh glow that threw me off and scared me. I was used to teh darkness of an empty field at night and instead I got something bright enough to sillhouette the shadow of my body on a swing against the ground.Instead i got something near-day, and it felt like I had cheated the hour and my mood somehow and ended up with something clean and bright instead of muddy and smeared with black.
Staring at the too-bright moon until it hurt my eyes, I felt like the little girl who followed her white-faced drug-lord down the rabbit hole, like the little boy who was seduced by the white-hot ice queen until his chaste childhood lover came and saved him with her tears.
And in a way it was terrifying because all that brightness his what was in shadows, and I couldn't see everywhere the way I used to.
And in a way it was wonderful, because that fear made my breath hurt and let me feel something too completely to not be true.