Monday, January 19, 2015

"...and in the midst of the glorious events, she thought of the next day, and the next one and the ones after, all lined up prettily, endlessly, pointlessly. Sadness hit her like a brick wall; she didn't know why she wanted to cry, she only knew that it was both madness and exquisite melancholy."

written, posted, reverted to draft and left to die, reposted...I take pleasure in torturing my posts.