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AUTUMN; London, England; Maybe the Past, Maybe Tomorrow
AUTUMN; London, England; Maybe the Past, Maybe Tomorrow
Poetry carries on the whisper of the rain, Autumn thought. Another day had passed without her seeing him. How long had it been? Countless seconds dragged by, a colorless existance too bland to be life, continuing forever on and on.
She wandered through the rainy London streets aimlessly in search of nothing. The circus wasn't in town, there was no chance she'd see him.
The echo of Big Ben announcing another hour's passing hit wall and wall, exploring dark alleys and tiny cracks - eleven o'clock.
Autumn's mind disappeared and she found herself in an all-too-real memory. These flashbacks, this utterly strong sense of deja vu had been occuring so often lately . . . Ever since the insomnia had started. And the depression. And the anorexia.
(the streets, streets covered in black glasslike puddles reflecting the world, the sky, all of it, london appearing upon the sheet of black, broken now, rippling, a streetcar has driven through, broken mirror reflecting london chimes from the belfry, eleven o'clock and autumn the wallflower autumn the shy one autumn in the shadows outside all alone and -)
Autumn's head recovered from her phantasmagoria. Not again. No. She'd take some Theraflu - some Prozac - some Advil and make the world normal. Normal, then sleep.
[More later, computer's about to die.]
She wandered through the rainy London streets aimlessly in search of nothing. The circus wasn't in town, there was no chance she'd see him.
The echo of Big Ben announcing another hour's passing hit wall and wall, exploring dark alleys and tiny cracks - eleven o'clock.
Autumn's mind disappeared and she found herself in an all-too-real memory. These flashbacks, this utterly strong sense of deja vu had been occuring so often lately . . . Ever since the insomnia had started. And the depression. And the anorexia.
(the streets, streets covered in black glasslike puddles reflecting the world, the sky, all of it, london appearing upon the sheet of black, broken now, rippling, a streetcar has driven through, broken mirror reflecting london chimes from the belfry, eleven o'clock and autumn the wallflower autumn the shy one autumn in the shadows outside all alone and -)
Autumn's head recovered from her phantasmagoria. Not again. No. She'd take some Theraflu - some Prozac - some Advil and make the world normal. Normal, then sleep.
[More later, computer's about to die.]
