Wednesday, August 22, 2012
For this evening Brian selects a cravat of darkest midnight striped with vivid lilac. The melancholy, always deep, always so heavy, sometimes gave way to a terrifying paranoia. She could see it like a synesthete; it was there, audacious and mocking, bright and glittering, and she knew it would slam into her, spread throughout her veins and twist into each cord of muscle like an electric eel. She dared not reach for the telephone this time; she had promised.
Brought to Life by Nance at 11:16 PM