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What I Saw Today

Out of the window all that seemed to speak to me were the dead trees with their gaunt twisted fingers reaching for the skies. The world seemed to be moving too fast  for me to take it in, but too slowly to excite the blood in my veins. However, the marks of death scattered through out the scenery that jogged by seemed to seep through the persona presented to the world and whisper to my core. The girl in there was happy to meet them, she was happy they were dead, dead like this land was to her, dead like the person on the outside seemed to her each time thoughts aroused her from sleep. My gaze was dragged forward, half reluctantly, and the streetlights seemed to form a tall wall on either side of the street, making me feel small, and mouse like. However, the instant passed and the whispers of the dead echoed between houses until, the song was over, the thought broken, and she who had woken went back into her deep slumber