Wednesday, December 17, 2008

The sun is down, his spirits are up.

The ease of falling for someone who will pay attention to him is astounding. A single responsive ear or a caring stare makes him rethink everything he once might have believed.

The air was orange at the party. That's just the way things felt, the light that the lamp cast over everything. Orange. Acidic, sweet but sour, and there were always seeds, bitter seeds he bit into accidentally.

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