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Mar. 23rd, 2004 09:19 amI'm feeling creative this morning (or at least for the next few minutes) anyone care to give me a genre to formulate a paragraph about?
Mar. 23rd, 2004
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Mar. 23rd, 2004 09:24 amThe live journal song
"On Live Journal, Live Journal
Making fun of your friends behind their back
On Live Journal, Live Journal
Chronicle your gerbils heart attack"
"On Live Journal, Live Journal
Making fun of your friends behind their back
On Live Journal, Live Journal
Chronicle your gerbils heart attack"
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Mar. 23rd, 2004 09:59 am(Request from ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
razornet)
The tunnel at the end of the light
I'd been here longer than I could remember, my memory was fading too now as the last few years ticked away, all the heat fading from me as the tendrils of cold wrapped themselves tighter, calling to me.
My children still held on, caught in my arms. They'd die with me as well, with the end of my life all the light and brightness in this little corner of the universe would fade.
I can't say it hasn't been interesting though.
I've heard and seen distant friends sat lonely and bored as they waited for the end, my children have always kept me company. Loyal and predictable until the end, some more so than others, but that’s what makes them individuals.
It's getting much colder now, I just want to curl up, curl up tightly into a little ball and make it all go away. I want to apologise to my children, tell them I'm sorry I can't go on, but I don't have the energy any more. No more strength for anything but to close my eyes and let the light fade around me and the darkness take me.
Distant now, it's all almost a memory. Will I dream? Will my children remember me when I'm gone? When they can't see me anymore or bathe in my light.
It's all so cold.
razornet)The tunnel at the end of the light
I'd been here longer than I could remember, my memory was fading too now as the last few years ticked away, all the heat fading from me as the tendrils of cold wrapped themselves tighter, calling to me.
My children still held on, caught in my arms. They'd die with me as well, with the end of my life all the light and brightness in this little corner of the universe would fade.
I can't say it hasn't been interesting though.
I've heard and seen distant friends sat lonely and bored as they waited for the end, my children have always kept me company. Loyal and predictable until the end, some more so than others, but that’s what makes them individuals.
It's getting much colder now, I just want to curl up, curl up tightly into a little ball and make it all go away. I want to apologise to my children, tell them I'm sorry I can't go on, but I don't have the energy any more. No more strength for anything but to close my eyes and let the light fade around me and the darkness take me.
Distant now, it's all almost a memory. Will I dream? Will my children remember me when I'm gone? When they can't see me anymore or bathe in my light.
It's all so cold.