Saturday, September 20

Last night

My eyes could see the dusty light on the otherwise dark forest... discerning between the shadows and light even though I couldn't see my penstrokes on paper. The giant forest. I imagine a person at the mouth of the dark entrance, insignificant enough to be swallowed with ease by the black sea and pine spikes. From somewhere off I could hear giggles, the warm breath of friendship. A solitary train bellowed mournfully in the night. Did anyone hear? Would they listen?

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