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.


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Come as you are

He picked up the saddle. He had made up his mind. He was the kind who found more pleasure in pursuit than in attainment. It is just that she fled from his clutches.

He still chases aimlessly in the darkness of the night and when the morning comes he lies down on fresh cut grass and dreams of the dreams that, I dare say, are 'dreams'.

Just then, he heard footsteps.