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Feeling For...The watch was the last thing that she saw, or at least the last thing she cared to remember. Down here, in the dark depths of nothing, she remembered the watch – his watch – glistening and gleaming in the light of dawn. Oh, dawn. She missed the dawn. Touching and feeling the warmth – his warmth, which, was always warmer than anything else – made her happy. Now, she had nothing, literally, nothing. She saw black, but not quite black because though she always thought black was nothing, this was not black, yet this was still nothing.Feeling For... by ~keerthana98
She wanted something. She fell from her crescendo and felt it. Need. She no longer had nothi
A Conversation with a CriticI don't feel obligated to tell you of all the beauty that surrounds me, and all the beauty that does not. There is blood, like water, and colors, like light, and sounds, like music, that dance and sing and dance around the room, again and again, till everything merges and its beautiful but it's the same things over and over and over. But I need this. It's like breath. Without it I cannot live and so I breathe the same air 'til it's polluted, but that's o.k. I can live with that. Until that burst of fresh air, usually only one, but when I'm lucky, it's this huge long thing that satisfies my need. My thirst. My breath. I need that, not this, anA Conversation with a Critic by ~keerthana98
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