It's quite different to see myself from this perspective.  On this side of the window.  It's hard even to remember that it did exist that night.  Three years ago; a warm summer night unlike many others.  The prelude to something not great, but true.  Warm lights bounced off of us, made stars where I hadn't seen them before.  I blame that now on ( Read more... )

More than anything, she wished to leap, but there, in front of her eyes, in bold tahoma font, "wait." stood against her milky flesh.  She stared at it, soaking it in through her eyes, reliving the masochism involved, and saw her pulse beating through each letter.  She wanted desperately to ignore her flesh.  "Silly youth," she thought, "to think ( Read more... )