2 Mar 2010

"You said there were cities, beneath glass floors. Does that mean that the sky is made of glass? 
What if the sky broke?" "if the glass of the sky shatters, and shards reflecting sun fall to my city , ill sit in the fields watching danger and glitter , we'l be there sipping tea as pools of blood form around you and me."

2 comments:

  1. i heart this one.
    i write letters to myself, imagining they are from you.

    :))

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