Woo actually done the revision I was aiming for this morning, after sitting outside for the whole day yesterday :p it was really nice though, most of us from the three houses nearby were all there and it was lovely and sunny and yeah :) I’m starting to get distracted now though, I always think of stories when I’m supposed to be revising :s revising feminist theories gave me a cool idea which I definately shouldn’t start any time soon but is kinda just in my head now while I’m trying to work :P
wow, just accidentally flipped everything on my computer screen upside down and didn’t know how I’d done it :s I didn’t know that was possible, why would anyone want to do that? :P
And everything was dying. And the streets were empty, because they were inside not out. And the clouds were thick and fluorescent and fighting. And no one was watching, except for her.
Look outside.
And no one heard her whisper, or didn’t want to, what’s the difference. And life kept moving, slowly, much too slow. And footsteps fell on carpets of dust. And tins were emptied. And lights were dimmed. And she was waiting. And the reasons never seemed enough. And when they did she still did nothing. And she didn’t know why. And she felt alone.
Why can’t I see it?
There’s nothing to see?
And she was silent. And she listened when nobody else did. And the sounds from outside crept in, sometimes. And it was mostly at night, when the muffled breaths of those around became the background noise to her thoughts, it was then that outside came in. And it was terrible. And it was beautiful. And she ached.
I want to go.
There’s nowhere to go.
And her frustrated heart beat against the glass. And it didn’t break. And she thought it never would.
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