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As I grazed my palms against the bricks, the red-orange crumbled into a soft, dense powder that reminded me of a manicured bark from tall, ghastly trees that spread up into the sky and coated the blue in a darkness, so finite, as the limbs of surrounding trees connected and bent and folded into each other in a symmetry reminiscent of the fingers of a girl and her father joined together on a late train ride, the day's activities taking their toll upon the girl's smattered unrest and her father's shirt collar in the same proportions while he stays awake to appreciate the one moment of quiet with the last living being he cares for. The cars spoke loudly enough to shake my kneecaps and stir my mind from its stupor as I stared back into my palm and realized the trail of red I left along the sidewalk.
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Nov 22, 2010
Nov 22, 2010 at 4:30 PM UTC
Brick wall
As I grazed my palms against the bricks, the red-orange crumbled into a soft, dense powder that reminded me of a manicured bark from tall, ghastly trees that spread up into the sky and coated the blue in a darkness, so finite, as the limbs of surrounding trees connected and bent and folded into each other in a symmetry reminiscent of the fingers of a girl and her father joined together on a late train ride, the day's activities taking their toll upon the girl's smattered unrest and her father's shirt collar in the same proportions while he stays awake to appreciate the one moment of quiet with the last living being he cares for. The cars spoke loudly enough to shake my kneecaps and stir my mind from its stupor as I stared back into my palm and realized the trail of red I left along the sidewalk.
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Nov 22, 2010
Nov 22, 2010 at 4:30 PM UTC
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