christi-chan

Never before have I seen it, the light of the past as awesome as can be. Over following with emotions, rushing over like a sea of chaos. What is this I wonder, this thing which I see. Like a film projecting before me, I can feel it. Warm, stillness, hate and the cold, such sensations I can't even fathom. It's all beyond me and yet I know it, I see it there, but still cannot see. Voices echo but I know not where, they grow louder and louder. I'm blinded and silence deafens me, the film changes - I can see. Motionless and weighted, I cannot move. Jumbled words are spoken, and images blur in and out. Strangled by loving arm