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Colour.
A world without colour was painful to him. The only familiar thing being the paleness of the snow. He searched amongst the ruins. So many dead. Faces he knew in passing and faces he didn't; all strangers now, frozen by the winter. He didn't know exactly what he was searching for. The colour that had been so stolen from him, perhaps? The colour of a ( Read more... ) -
Monochrome
Those dreams I made for you...
He stared deeply into his palms. Blind. Amazed at how white blindness was, rather than the inky black he'd imagined behind closed eyes.
Sitting coiled amongst the rubble of some building, collapsed under the surge. Buried mostly by snow.
They never came true did they?He was cut. Bruised. Could feel broken ribs ( Read more... ) -
Alone at the end of the world...
The ice on the window panes signified the end of the world.
He pressed a palm against the frosted glass, melting the shape of his hand into the ice then watched as it froze back over, the shape of his trembling hand preserved forever against the glass.
He was accustomed to being alone. It was no surprise. To find himself gazing head on into the ( Read more... ) -
1000 comments.
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