Monday, June 27, 2011

Waiting for me

The spiders wait.  He knows them all, and they do what he wants.  His memories are real, and the books he has are more than that.  There is another way.  More than just childhood memories gone. Sometimes he takes the entire childhood.  There is always a price.  You don't just forget, it never happened.  It has to again tho.  Else the SilenceVoidNothing comes.  When his work takes from the others, they always come.  They always come.  And the spiders still wait. 

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