Tuesday, March 13, 2012

City

The city's made of white bricks. There's no sky. The only people are memories, perfect and unchanging. I'm alone in here except for the memories and the two of them. There's no way out but there must have been a door there when I came in.

And nothing ever changes.

I'm fighting but there's nothing to fight for any more. There's nowhere to go.

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