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Dark buildings. Yellow candle light shines through. Afraid to show the good in the world. If there is any at all... Not the truth. Though it may be now. Smudges. That's what everything is. Watercolor paint. Streaks and lines. One long road. A boy walks out. The windows watch. He looks for the signs. Light fades, But grows. The walls curve. Over his head They shadow. Unaware Or uncaring. I can't tell. His face determined. That's all I know. Waiting for the signs. Looks this way and that. Yellow lines of the road calling. He doesn't hear. Waits. Nothing passes. He walks. Nothing happens. The walk across the road, Longer than it seems. Unnoticed. He walks invisible. Not to me. The yellow lines. He stops. Looks at me. I stop breathing. A silent plea. Those eyes a world. Something's coming. Warning. No. Can't speak. He doesn't want that... How? Something's coming. Move. No. Begging. Then let me warn. No. Something's coming. Agony. Then why? Silence... Yellow turns black. A silent plea. Not him. Me. I stop breathing. Agony.
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Oct 1, 2014
Oct 1, 2014 at 10:37 AM UTC
Watercolor Memory
Dark buildings. Yellow candle light shines through. Afraid to show the good in the world. If there is any at all... Not the truth. Though it may be now. Smudges. That's what everything is. Watercolor paint. Streaks and lines. One long road. A boy walks out. The windows watch. He looks for the signs. Light fades, But grows. The walls curve. Over his head They shadow. Unaware Or uncaring. I can't tell. His face determined. That's all I know. Waiting for the signs. Looks this way and that. Yellow lines of the road calling. He doesn't hear. Waits. Nothing passes. He walks. Nothing happens. The walk across the road, Longer than it seems. Unnoticed. He walks invisible. Not to me. The yellow lines. He stops. Looks at me. I stop breathing. A silent plea. Those eyes a world. Something's coming. Warning. No. Can't speak. He doesn't want that... How? Something's coming. Move. No. Begging. Then let me warn. No. Something's coming. Agony. Then why? Silence... Yellow turns black. A silent plea. Not him. Me. I stop breathing. Agony.
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Oct 1, 2014
Oct 1, 2014 at 10:37 AM UTC
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