tearing at the invisible cloth of insanity

the sun has risen to it's highest extent, but still she lay there in solitude. thrown on the floor sulking for her mistakes that have higher dues than she knew. the sun cannot unrise, you see. the rays cannot be stolen from the skin of those who seek warmth. You see, the sun cannot unrise because we will not forget that it has risen. she has laid her future down with sticks and stones that she's managed to pull from the sides of the trail but where are the bodies of life helping her lay her path? there are no hands brushing hers. she is alone. you see, a sun cannot rise without the help of the falling moon. you see, a girl can have no future if there's no one beside her. .
Sat 11/20/2010 10:31 AM