Post by Ira Defaire on Jan 26, 2016 17:32:19 GMT -5
Feel free to jump in!
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BY MINNIE OF WW
let's go to the castle in the sky,
Ira dropped her head onto her knees as she curled up in an awkward position, unsure and unable to understand what she was going to do. She was leaning against the wall; lying against the harsh concrete and filthy ground of an alleyway as she stared, emptily at the streets of New York City. At that point in time, Ira fancied an eternal sleep.
The seemingly inexorable march of the Apostles when they stormed and reigned in the city of dreams were puzzling to her; not in the sense that they were powerful enough to do so, but what truly confused her was her inability to truly take any of them seriously.
Standing up, her filthy fingers gently pressed against the grimy texture of the wall for support as she slowly, and rather painfully, made her way out of the alleyway, into the streets of New York. Beyond her was shops that still existed, that still bustling with customers--enough to remind her of life, and that there were others that existed besides her.
Her hair was disheveled as she proceeded down the street of shops slowly, while her fingers fumbled nervously at the loose strands of fabric, hanging from her shorts.
So much for looking presentable.
The seemingly inexorable march of the Apostles when they stormed and reigned in the city of dreams were puzzling to her; not in the sense that they were powerful enough to do so, but what truly confused her was her inability to truly take any of them seriously.
Standing up, her filthy fingers gently pressed against the grimy texture of the wall for support as she slowly, and rather painfully, made her way out of the alleyway, into the streets of New York. Beyond her was shops that still existed, that still bustling with customers--enough to remind her of life, and that there were others that existed besides her.
Her hair was disheveled as she proceeded down the street of shops slowly, while her fingers fumbled nervously at the loose strands of fabric, hanging from her shorts.
So much for looking presentable.
- - just you and me, with too many lives
