Beginnings of a bookCHAPTER ONEBeginnings of a book
Sharon cried. She didn't know why, the tears just came to her suddenly. It was not a thunderous sob. It was simply a drop here and a drop there. She touched her finger to them, and put it to her tongue. She thought maybe the flavor would hint to some reason, some excuse that she was not consciously aware of. But no, they were just your regular ocean flavored tears. Sharon found herself embarrassed even though she was alone in her despair. There were no witnesses to speak of, but she had been able to convince herself that people didn't cry without warrant, and that she was simply being over-dramatic. She was not in any
Wheel of FortuneI've crawled back inside my head. I am not hiding. I am not afraid. Call it a hibernation if you will. I spin the wheel inside my brain. It lands on "NEUROSIS". My heart no longer knows that it exists. My chest becomes the abyss. Did you know that you can keep secrets from yourself? Of course you do. Everyday. You spin the wheel. It lands on "OPPRESSION". Now is not the time To learn your lesson.Wheel of Fortune
MadnessI can see it by my side, But could not quite make it out. It appeared to be a blanket of silk, And the room smelled of her. Not of perfume, Or of spray, But of her. This scent could not be contained in a bottle. It is held within the membrane of her skin. I was drawn to an image of a woman. A woman held within the membrane of her occupation. I felt sorry for this woman.Madness
Sorry because she attempts to sell the perfume, The spray, That could only hope to contain such an essence. How can one handle such constant rejection? "Would you like to try this
Are You Gonna Come Home?If heaven is a place, it's a place inside your heart. Maybe I'm your sucker, but I'll gladly play the part. Still I wish I'd have died before you left me. Because something simple... (maybe a heart attack?) would be better than you watching my heart linger, languish, and slowly crack. I'm walking thru the sand, but mine feel like the only tracks. Her favorite moment is in the intro, and mine is leaning on the outro. She's scared, but I believe. And what if believing made it so?Are You Gonna Come Home?
by `nykolai
by ~morningrise
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