tragic_moon Grievance tragic moon followed the orchestras flailing in the burnt sunlight. she rasped her arms in rapture, as they rusted and began to crumble she sobbed, entertaining nearby spirits of the forest. They grasped her remaining tears and set them in the sky proclaiming the candle lit glows around everything would seem cold, and the light bleak and conundrums of tumbling. her seed still follows the moon lit path darkened by greedy hollows of mourning the yesteryear. Her spirit wavered in the disgust of the people, but the colors remained monotone and lithic. holding her hands she clasped and bowed internally, and waved with her eyes the blasphemy of their externilizations. ~~ 011129 ... archangel I think she was looking at the moon when she was also thinking about killing herself. And cold dark sounds to me like she is asking for help. 021206 what's it to you? who go blather from