The Nature of TruthMrs. Brown laughed uproariously, slapping her thigh and tilting her cocktail glass precariously. The diluted alcohol never splashed past the rim. "Oh, you won't believe the lengths he would go!" Mrs. Brown's late middle age demeanor and tired facade distorted around her strained, beige laugh. "Charles," She motioned vaguely to the man at her left. "Had a little," her laugh was brittle, "Fibbing problem." Charles appeared to be utterly bored. He swilled a drink in his left hand, and peered into the translucent liquid. He didn't ignore his wife, but the glass and only the glass held his attention. "When we met, he told me he was anThe Nature of Truth
TideShe sits on the beach, Her feet just out of reach, Because the water isn't quite right.Tide
Her mind a flurry of motion, She peers over the ocean, Because this choice is too big for daylight.
Her knees touch her chest, Her fingers cover her breast, Because she fears the dawn after tonight.
Alone
Isolated
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"Dream as if you'll live forever. Live as if you'll die today."
-James Dean
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"We fairies that do run
From the presence of the sun
We follow darkness
Like a dream..."
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"Yes, wait a minute-no."
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