SO IT WAS YOU, ALL ALONG: - July 21st, 2012

THE FARTHEST THING AWAY FROM AN EMOTIONAL INVESTMENT.

a helicopter chewed the linings of the clouds above the clear-cuts. how resigned you were to your oblivion, unlistening to the cumuli as they swept past. and soon those gusts will mill you, when the backhoe comes to dredge your roots, but that is not what most impends, as the chopper descends to the hospital roof so that somebody’s heart can be massaged back into its old habits. mine went a little haywire at the crest of the road, on whose other side you lay in blossom. as if your purpose were to defibrillate me with a thousand electrodes, one volt each.

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21 July 2012 @ 04:22 pm

HMD/CONCRIT.

( yeah w/e )

Tags: !hmd, !ooc

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