Tuesday, July 14, 2009

Acid Rain

The entire point, I thought, was i didn't want to be forgotten.

The trees shivered under my touch and the clouds started the long ride down the mountain. I turned around and looked directly at the sun, breathing in the warm scent.

What if i never see this again?
What if she never wakes up?
What if i am forgotten?

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