Broken ( Read more... )

She walks, as she always does, along the low wall designed to keep over-eager kids from trying to be Superman and tumbling to their rocky deaths a few hundred feet below. He walks, as he always does, looking up at her from the broken pavement and wondering when the fall will come. He says as much, as he always does, and looks up at her with the ( Read more... )

I'm not, to be perfectly honest, entirely sure why I'm writing this. I've been rather opposed to keeping a journal for some time, and pressure from others has certainly never before led me even to consider it. Ah, well. I'm certainly not one to talk about intuition prompting strange actions, now, am I ( Read more... )