Three Tears

[magictoy]

It is dark outside. He lies with his back flat against the bed staring at the ceiling. It is dark outside and he is in Portugal. It is a strange place to him. Ever since the car crash everywhere is a strange place to him. The sheets are clean and fresh, newly washed for guests. He is comfortable but unable to sleep. His mind is a swirl of ideas and

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[anonymous]

This is perhaps the most beautiful thing I've ever read on Livejournal, if not the entire web.

[magictoy]

That's a very kind thing to say, thankyou. Reading your comment made my day. Are you a friend or did you find this blog randomly?