UntitledThe sun forced itself to rise earlier as Spring approached, and so did he. He would dress quietly in the weak sunlight that began to penetrate their bedroom windows, careful not to make a single sound. His lips would curve into a small smile as he found himself watching her as he stood at the end of their unkempt bed, her eyes twitching behind their lids. The room was not a large one, nor was it tastefully decorated. The floor boards moaned underneath his bare feet and he had to step over piles of their creased shirts and balls of odd socks while he rummaged for a clean pair of underwear.Untitled
On the day that August rolled into Septem
Christopher RemembersChristopher walks with his father towards the edge of the shore. Clouds swell on the sky from the west so that its vast expanse appears bruised. He can see the last translucent patches of cloud attempting to prolong the light of today. However, Christopher knows that darkness is inevitable.Christopher Remembers
His feet sink slightly into the sand each time he takes a step. This sand is not like the powder-fine, golden particles that fill most beaches, but instead it is dark grey, the texture of cement. The repetitive crash of breaking waves reached Christopher's ears and he thought of his brother, of how he liked to surf. Christopher could not under
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gasp!
Amazed
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"Only those who will risk going too far can possibly find out how far one can go."
- T.S. Eliot
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"Only those who will risk going too far can possibly find out how far one can go."
- T.S. Eliot
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