Don't Forget I'm not in line.In the line of studious people, they all stood erect with pride and tears flowing down.Although just one couldn't stand, he broke the line between not wanting to see and seeing but not believing. At the funeral the man who broke the line bared reality into his whole being and lost the need to stand or think of this wrong. His friend was dead and that was sold to others too. He took to the ground like a dog does to his carpet in the living room. Comfort and satisfaction embodied him like love cascading to a head rush.A month would go by and every so often his foot wold trip his body a bit, just enough to jerk it. Enough to make him know he is still alive with a pulsating heart and a mind to think of nothing but that moment in time.
nothing.Losing a thought with versatile ambiguity, lets go of it's hazardous letdowns.And shakes the terror filled girl with woes of treason and loss of faithand friends.Gilded but the broken rows of ribs tear apart the skin andtake the sun out of it.Whales surround the giant hole that's taking the place of these actions.Fists curl up as the rhythmic teeth lose themselves in self worthlessness.A heart becomes a cowardice gnome, too stiff and too weak to care for others.Hardening eyes leap like gun's bullets to ward off any soft souls looking for solace in them.Agonizing pain is ripping through the side of you, as it breaches your skin, why would you want to go back?
He tried to hide her unicor In a small cottage outside of Woodrow a couple lept at the signs of the baby coming. To get there, there was a small path that had thin trees directing you to this place called home. Leaves of orange were scarce but the dirt and rocks were plentiful. Noise rocked the small room and when the birth was done, Henry stood looking at the bed and Jude smiled warmly from the bed, while the nurse cleaned her hands and the baby. Looking to give the baby to someone the nurse saw that Jude fell asleep, so she gave the baby to Henry. Henry stared down at the baby in his hands, she looked mystical with feelings that overburdened her small size but her forehead bared a different burden. It was a horn and it was never heard of until now of a human with a horn. Although there have been whispers and tales of potential sitings of such beings but never really recorded. Henry's horror grew when the nurse laid her hand on h