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boxfullofzeroes(hum your own dirge, if you're the type.)
This is the end.
No, no, that's not true. The end was a little while ago.
A wound, a sickness, an accident. This is after the end. A ship ride to the afterlife, though it's hard to tell where it could be going. The seas are dark, even when the skies are bright, and it's hard to see too far off the sides and through the portholes.
It could be a beginning, instead, for the positive thinkers, or those who (think they've) wasted their lives. There are many on this boat, after all, be they enjoying the odd-but-comforting air on the top, or trying to relax below-decks. Who knows what bonds might be formed on the way?
This is the end.
No, no, that's not true. The end was a little while ago.
A wound, a sickness, an accident. This is after the end. A ship ride to the afterlife, though it's hard to tell where it could be going. The seas are dark, even when the skies are bright, and it's hard to see too far off the sides and through the portholes.
It could be a beginning, instead, for the positive thinkers, or those who (think they've) wasted their lives. There are many on this boat, after all, be they enjoying the odd-but-comforting air on the top, or trying to relax below-decks. Who knows what bonds might be formed on the way?
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Date: 2017-06-01 09:37 am (UTC)Edel doesn't need to play her organ or sell her gems anymore, admittedly, but- it's a part of her, what little she is, and if she had a heart she's sure she'd be feeling proud right now.