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Published: 2011-02-26 02:01:34 +0000 UTC; Views: 142; Favourites: 1; Downloads: 1
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It's that quiet momentwhen you sit and somewhere water's running.
The world teeters and sways
And looks like
It just might hit you
But then reels back and glides so far the other way
It hurts
It's pain that doesn't sting
But aches,
And eats away until everything's dissolved
And leaves behind a ghostly shell ofΒ Β longing
It's a chill that hits
And freezes
Your skin,
Your heart,
Your watch.
Cold that comes and goes
But really stays
That gloomy dust
That hangs and lurks and looms
And seeps out
Driving them away
Like bugs from repellant
Until you really are
Alone.
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Comments: 5
Adrea-Aetherwind [2011-02-26 02:08:41 +0000 UTC]
So lovely. I understand exactly where this can come from and I've been there many times. It's really great.
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pixie--stick In reply to Adrea-Aetherwind [2011-02-26 03:30:43 +0000 UTC]
Thanks so much for reading! Not many Deviants are willing to click through to read literature...
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Adrea-Aetherwind In reply to pixie--stick [2011-02-26 04:19:30 +0000 UTC]
Oh, of course! I love reading other peoples writtings. And your work is some of the best I've read on this site. Where do you get your inspireation?
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pixie--stick In reply to Adrea-Aetherwind [2011-02-26 19:34:08 +0000 UTC]
Oh, I'm sure there's much better out there...
I get most of my ideas while walking, now that I think about it. And I'm a pretty sedentary person... maybe I should exercise more, for creativity's sake! XD
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Adrea-Aetherwind In reply to pixie--stick [2011-02-26 21:34:28 +0000 UTC]
If there is, I haven't seen it. ^^
Oh, I'm the same way! A lot of my darker writings (which are my better
ones) come to mind while I'm walking around town or during class. XD But if I'm not doing anything "productive" then nothing comes to mind.
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