The translucent crystal vase stands on a worn brown table, resting gently at it's smooth edges,was a solitary red rose. Sparkling water danced in the ray of light as a petal glided on the it's surface.
Unfortunately, pieces of what made up the vase was scattered on the cold cement floor. The sparkling water that danced is now consumed with dirt. Helplessly, the rose lays in the shallow pool of dirt, knowing the fact that it will slowly dry up and then death, oh ghostly death, would gloriously take its place.
Whisk 'n' Bake Personal Nook 3/04/2004 11:52:00 PM
I am messed up.
I have messed up.
I had messed up.
I am still messed up.
Fucked up
Whisk 'n' Bake Personal Nook 3/04/2004 10:43:00 PM
