Post by +_euphoria_+ on Feb 5, 2012 23:05:48 GMT -5
. burmeuda .
all i can taste is champagne,
when it hits the brain
like cocaine.
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they say what doesn't kill you makes you stronger, but how could you justify that? abuse might not kill you, but really, where it counts, it does not make you stronger. watching your loved one die doesn't kill you, but, yet again, it doesn't make you any stronger. it makes you weaker, more vulnerable, more volatile. but it doesn't kill you.
i raised my thick mug to the frigid dusk air, thin, chromed summer hide doing next to nothing to trap in my body heat. it wasn't supposed to be this cold, not yet. it was the middle of fall, for gods sake, where the nights are unending and the sun never sets. but the sun set today, and cold fingers traveled up my bones until my nerves were numb and my muscles exhausted from shivering. even though it made more sense to curl up in a cave or find somewhere to spend the night....well, i was stubborn, to say the least.
i snorted, huge plumes of steam rocketing from my nares and dissolving into the already foggy air, harks flickering from side to side with inpatient's. the cliff i was standing on gave me the perfect view of everything around, the roiling hills and the flat grasslands, the thick forest and the thinned saplings. the huge full moon was already visible in the sky, the sun having set without me noticing only minutes before. i snarled my laughter, snapping my filled out sabino chaser in annoyance as my iced blue pools scoured the flat lands. i had been standing here for hours, ever since the sun had started to set, actually, but that didn't make a difference. sometimes you just need to be still, even though your instincts are screaming to move.[/color]
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{burmeuda}
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