06-02-2009, 06:36 AM
The man in the vents had settled down for the night in the large area above the cell blocks; he'd 'borrowed' some sheets and had made a hammock out of them on the ceiling of the vent. He wasn't actually sleeping, more relaxing than anything else.
I KNOW THE PIECES FIT, CAUSE I WATCHED THEM FALL AWAY, MILDEWED AND SMOLDERING.
FUNDAMENTAL DIFFERING, PURE INTENTION JUXTAPOSED WILL SET TWO LOVERS' SOULS IN MOTION.
DISINTEGRATING AS IT GOES, TESTING OUR COMMNICATION.
THE LIGHT THAT FUELED OUR FIRE THEN HAS BURNED A HOLE BETWEEN US SO WE CANNOT SEE TO REACH AN END...