My Thoughts of Late

She wasn't entirely sure what she should think.

[window]

a thousand shards of shimmering shattered glass

[chips]

he wondered vaguely

And then someday I will look at you and you will look at me, and we will laugh because we have both become what we never intended to be.

[window]

[. . . . . . . . ]

My eyelids slid open in the darkness, and I could almost feel my pupils dilating as they found the shadow of my desk across the room. A pale light shone through the curtains, throwing a vertical spear of softest pink into my closet.

She wept for a long time.

murky murking muddle muddling

garrulous garrulous garrulous...GARulous garULous garulOUS....garrulous

The air was furious today. Sky filled with dust, swirling and dirty.

[window]