Yet Another Night


Another dark night, she sat there waiting.

Her hair perfectly in place, the best clothes on. Time was of no essence. Because she lost all track of the ticking clock and now waiting had become  like a coexistent feature.

In her eccentric existence.

x EdgyShark x

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Posted on July 24, 2010, in Existence and tagged , . Bookmark the permalink. 8 Comments.

  1. “In her eccentric existence.”

    haunting! and great!

  2. abstractshadows

    WOW that just flabbergasted my emotions

  3. abstractshadows

    THAT ENTRY WAS BLIND BLOWING

    WWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW

  4. abstractshadows

    ITS SO FUCKING AWESOME ARE YOU A WRITER OR A GODDESS ?

  5. abstractshadows

    HOLY MOTHER THAT WAS THE MOST BRILLIANT PIECE OF TOOL I EVER READ

  6. abstractshadows

    Whats with the whats with your excitement with the whats with the idea of whats withthe fan its hit the fan

  7. Too many emotions and too many stories captured in few sentences. A piercing post.

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