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10 January 2009 @ 07:17 pm
original drabble: break it down again  
break it down again.
whoever, whatever. angst.

there was falling, and then there was falling.

unpleasant at best, and rather reminiscent of a knot coiled deep within, she was firmly rooted in the latter. and it hurt, it burned like nothing else and then settled somewhere deep inside her chest to prolong the agony.

this, she decided, was what splitering might feel like, as the pieces fell to the floor.

there were words, and with them, a promise to be alright. which would be fulfilled eventually.

just not today.