Body in Color
The word employed does much to ease my panic. Now I wonder what belongs where. I have something of my own, again. Here, in this place where there has only been him. My soul has stopped making it's silent ticking sound that I can hear with my whole body. He cried last night. I held him until he fell asleep, and then drifted off, fast behind him. Even though his sadness...and what's behind it hurts me, just as it does him. His hurt is gray and deep blue, laced with veins of deep purple. Mine is... Sign in to see full entry.