blooming
I awaken in the night to find myself lying on the lawn of a church. not one of those new-age churches that look like space ships, but a brick-and-mortar church, built from big gray stones decorated with flowery accents and stained glass windows
I can't remember anything
the ground is wet
I don't know who I am
what is this in my pocket?
a car starts up in the distance, and drives off, but I'm too entranced to concern myself with it. the spotlights illuminating the spires have begun to shift. the gray facade becomes purple, then pink, then red, and I feel like a dandelion blooming in the darkness
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2004 - 2008