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#88: Bleeding on the Ballroom floor. |
August 13th, 2008 @ 3:51pm |
I was more interested in looking at the moon and the way the clouds moved around it than putting the bottle to my lips. The taste was sour, but I sipped it anyway… To stop my thoughts from focusing on anything else besides the taste in my mouth. The sand was freezing but I buried my feet in it anyway, hoping that the cold would creep up my neck and down my spine, making my body go numb.
I watched the flickering lights and wondered how many other people with silent aches had looked at those same lights, but through the bottom of the bottle. I was enamored and almost seduced by the way the waves crashed and receded and always came back for more. I wanted to just run and put my toes in, feel the cold. Perhaps then I’d be sure that I was alive.
Standing so close, knowing that it kills me to breathe you in. |
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