Shouldn't.

Jul 27, 2006 00:16

I know better than to post at this time of night, but meh.

One little piece at a time. Carried away.
"Why does my heart cry?
Feelings I can't fight."
That sums it up. No more angst for now.

A little prose for the evening:
The sunlight spilled through the high windows, leaving red-golden trails of sunlight collecting on the far wall. As the sun set, it crept up the wall, as if trying to escape to the cieling before it faded away. So far, it had never made it. The water ran perpendicular to the sun. It cascaded gently off a ledge on the north wall, and flowed across the room at an even depth. Square slabs of marble and quartz were arranged in a pattern around the room, just above the surface of the water.
None of this particularly mattered; any observation I could've made about the room I had done several years prior and in my visits since. At the moment, I was departing a slab near the center and heading toward the door with wide even steps.
Upon reaching the remarkably unremarkable door, I noticed something caught in one of the drains. I stepped into the water, bent down, and reached toward .....

Yeah. Didn't have an ending in mind. Significant location, though. I can probably draw it better than I described it. And I can't draw.
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