Thursday, September 16, 2010
forbidden colours
before going back to sleep she stopped what she was doing, thought of him, and smiled. But once asleep she completely forgot him, and could only remember the blue in her heart, because she knew it was forbidden to show his face to anyone, even to herself.
the wounds on your hands would not heal. if only i could forget time for an hour, he thought. she said something, sent him words in a blue bottle, but it was lost in translation. how strange that none of that mattered now. something was said, and it was unknowable. he understood it, or imagined he understood it, by the tone of her voice, just as one understands a certain colour can be 'sad'.
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but soon the blue will overcome the red - or has this already happened?
hi, b, we are in a romantic mood today, aren't we? :-)
(which means the c.r. was particularly good :-P)
but soon the blue will overcome the red - or has this already happened?
that sounds very deep! er..what are you talking about , btw?
:-)
I'd say the red can never be overcome...the blue mourned the loss of the red.
hi, b, we are in a romantic mood today, aren't we? :-)
hi, roxana. well, I don't know about you...
but why not, this curs-ed technology has to be good for something, no?
:-)
(which means the c.r. was particularly good :-P)
c, r was particularly good. very sticky. just the way i like it.
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