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I actually wrote this last night, but LiveJournal was (not) being cool. Thus, the mood, current music, etc. are all from last night. I'm REALLY listening to Spin by Lifehouse. But that is irrelevant. The following may seem kind of weird, but I was in that MOOD where I just have to write something, so here 'tis, my temporary piece of insanity. I get crazy when I have a cold. But, seriously, it's not just insanity...it's actually kind of philosophical if you start comparing it...whatever. Just read it.
Once upon a time there was a little girl with brown hair and green eyes. She was walking in an open field of grass, all by herself. Her hair and her dress blew softly in the slight breeze. And suddenly, it was dark. She was still walking. Her hair wasn't blowing any more. Instead it laid flat against her head. She wasn't looking straight ahead, but instead to the ground, to where she was stepping. Tears were falling from her eyes. She fell, and collapsed to the ground. She was choking on her tears, yet not making any sound. A man walked passed her. And then a woman. A child. The child stopped, long enough for her to look at him. He gazed into her eyes, looked away quickly when she looked back, and then kept walking the way he had been going. She scrambled, trying to get herself off of the walkway she was lying on. Her hand brushed a brick wall and she pushed her back up against it, resting. Her head was no longer bowed, but tipped back. Her mouth was closed. Her eyes were still bloodshot with tears. She watched the people walk past, paying attention to each one. Not a single one of them saw her. It was cold outside, and her thin pretty dress wasn't doing much. She was cold and there was a clawing inside of her, a hunger, an urge. It was like she was thirsty, only for something much thicker than water. Her eyes closed limply, too tired to make the effor to stay open. The people kept walking past her. Worried about dinner, worried about their jobs, worried about their friends getting angry with them, worried about homework, about not fitting in. A soft sigh escaped her. And the tears continued to flow down her face while she bled inside.
Once upon a time there was a little girl with brown hair and green eyes. She was walking in an open field of grass, all by herself. Her hair and her dress blew softly in the slight breeze. And suddenly, it was dark. She was still walking. Her hair wasn't blowing any more. Instead it laid flat against her head. She wasn't looking straight ahead, but instead to the ground, to where she was stepping. Tears were falling from her eyes. She fell, and collapsed to the ground. She was choking on her tears, yet not making any sound. A man walked passed her. And then a woman. A child. The child stopped, long enough for her to look at him. He gazed into her eyes, looked away quickly when she looked back, and then kept walking the way he had been going. She scrambled, trying to get herself off of the walkway she was lying on. Her hand brushed a brick wall and she pushed her back up against it, resting. Her head was no longer bowed, but tipped back. Her mouth was closed. Her eyes were still bloodshot with tears. She watched the people walk past, paying attention to each one. Not a single one of them saw her. It was cold outside, and her thin pretty dress wasn't doing much. She was cold and there was a clawing inside of her, a hunger, an urge. It was like she was thirsty, only for something much thicker than water. Her eyes closed limply, too tired to make the effor to stay open. The people kept walking past her. Worried about dinner, worried about their jobs, worried about their friends getting angry with them, worried about homework, about not fitting in. A soft sigh escaped her. And the tears continued to flow down her face while she bled inside.
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