Reality

The man sits against the wooden bench, staring at a full moon’s shine. He hopes the woman behind the glass could give a word or two, but he’s too worried to bother her. His mind swims through the setting sun with the someone he doesn’t have, but night leaves him on the cold sand with nobody and nothing.

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6 comments so far

  1. michaelorzek on

    The implication of fear. But I feel like it hasn’t hit me yet…

  2. floreta on

    definitely inhibited here.

  3. americanising desi on

    i dont like fear, it makes me wanna die!

    http://eternitycallsus.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-am-scared.html

  4. gautami tripathy on
  5. Tumblewords on

    And when the dark falls, we are alone with our fears. Good work!

  6. missalister on

    I really liked this. Short, full—human fear short-circuiting potential happiness, leaving the emptyness of yearning. Some coice words combinations also—a full moon’s shine, swims through the setting sun : )


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