01-21-2008, 12:26 PM
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indent Maybe someday the ocean would rise up and swallow the world whole. The apocalypse was something he would be curious to see. Perhaps things like that happened when someone died—they saw the end of the world; at least, their world. Yards away from him, the dark girl with her mother’s eyes held out her hand. Without thinking, considering anything, he moved. Under his feet the water pushed away from the sand until that cold shock of a black sea hit him. Still, though, he walked forward, taking the waves as they came.
indent Soon he was at her side, and in that darkness, found nothing to say. He wanted to explain everything, to tell her he had realized that he didn’t need Matinee anymore, that he was dancing with addiction again, and that he was confused and just wanted everything to go away or go back to what it had been before. Not a word passed his lips. Instead, his right hand reached out for her left, he felt her palm on the carved number, and found comfort. They were alone here together.
indent Soon he was at her side, and in that darkness, found nothing to say. He wanted to explain everything, to tell her he had realized that he didn’t need Matinee anymore, that he was dancing with addiction again, and that he was confused and just wanted everything to go away or go back to what it had been before. Not a word passed his lips. Instead, his right hand reached out for her left, he felt her palm on the carved number, and found comfort. They were alone here together.