Writing: Random

October 31, 2006

by — Posted in Personal Writing

A sad mist descends gently upon the crowd. Wetting them slightly, giving them a tingly sensation throughout their bodies, like their whole being has fallen asleep. They shake, they shudder, their movements give no avail to their plight. Only a constant fear of dread that their bodies, their feelings will not awaken.
It’s like a darkness they can not penetrate. A black holish void that light, feelins, and sensation cannot escape from.

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