Thursday, April 1, 2010

Words

Her body didnt feel like concentrating, it was stuck in her throat. Conversation were following her around like a pathetic cough, filled with cigarette smoke. Swarming in word pollution, she is carried over the bridge and spread all over the terrain of vast places and faces...

Quiet and mellow thanks to the hit after hit. She is indifferent.

Feels at times tongue tied so its best to keep silent.