Wednesday, November 18, 2009

Step Up, Step Down


Every step up on that staircase was a step closer towards her light.

The morning he pushed her down those stairs, she bled. Just a little.

It was still dark outside.


Picture by karolajna
Posted by P at 2:08 AM

6 comments:

  1. the sublime is disturbed by the violence

    while a flower blooms a star dies somewhere at the same time!

    The difference is for the one who is watching!
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  2. her light, will yet, again have followers,
    no matter how dark it is outside...
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  3. thats dark and i mean real drk, but still i like the emotions thats being played out here :)


    take care and keep writing...........
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  4. Eventually post the darkness will come shimmering daylight ...
    Well written Priya !!
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  6. hmmm... thats well put on how events are like gaping holes..one false move..and you are back to square one..
    hmm... well said :)
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