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06-28-2014, 06:21 PM
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I'm dead in the water, still looking for ya'
Flickering. Thoughts flickered in and out. Flying masses of figments dared to find their way to fantasy far more often than reality. The fissures were not farces, no they were fracturing her frame very slowly. Still, the way the other's audits flicked at the floating sound of Rasta's voice caused her to focus almost completely upon the pegasus before her. Flickering images of colours flashed through her skull. It was flickering like her hope, though. Awkward. She spoke, allotting Rasta with the name sugar despite the fact that she was certain she was not a sugar. She tried to ascertain her surroundings as the pegasus stumbled over her own words. Perhaps assistance would be necessary to allow her a moment of reprieve. Alas, a cough of embarrassment concocted a wide, yet forlorn grin from Rasta. More awkward assessments fell from her maw, pinning her ears in distaste with herself and then the sharp swish of her tail. Definitely an awkward moment. Heavy. Is her heart supposed to feel this heavy. Harder, every moment was harder. "I used to have a companion - a red tailed hawk." she allowed the words to hang in the air, harrowed soul had heaved its way to the top, trying to hide all of the pain. "A girl has to get around somehow," she responded to the comment about her harks in the grass, knowing she had meant for someone blind instead. After all, heathens never changed so why would anyone else? "You are quite observant for someone with their head in the clouds," she added, making note of the wings that were held at the mare's shoulders. Life was heavy on her shoulders. Probability. Passive minds could reunite in pragmatic manners, couldn't they? But problems always prevailed. Information pertaining to situations could completely cause the course to fade to the perpendicular track. The sad smile was pinned to her malnourished frame. "There is always a hole when the possibility of vividly coloured memories are pushed from the scenario…" She finished, heart hanging on probabilities. |
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Mystified, just spinning 'round in circles
Drowning in the silent screaming with nothing left to say
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Mystified, just spinning 'round in circles
Drowning in the silent screaming with nothing left to say
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