02-11-2012, 10:09 AM
She sat up and shrugged, fiddling with and fraying the edges of the cardboard. "... I'm okay," she finally said. "This.. this isn't the first time I've been outside. It's just been a very, very long time." She thought hard about it but couldn't really remember much; the only time she could remember going anywhere was with Mom but she remembered seeing a beautiful thing of water that Mom called an "ocean." There was... one other time, but it was fuzzy. And red.
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...