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There's good news and there's bad news...
Dec. 17th, 2010 01:25 amor there's just bad news, depending on where you're standing.
( Something that was probably inevitable and something that came out of the blue... DELICIOUS IS BEING SHUT DOWN OMG! )
On a wholly unrelated note: I think I probably listened to the Pearl Harbor main theme one time too many because for a few days now, this has been haunting me:
You stand there on the dais and you look into the water. Your eyes see rusting steel and salt water but in your head, you see something else. You see blood and chaos, soldiers, sailors, everyone and no one, lipstick on foreheads, markings that don't make any sense and decide who's to live and who's to die. You blink and then there's just the sea and the ships underwater again and you only hear the soft wind and the little waves against the dais. You know it's impossible but you think you also hear the faint echo of banging against ship walls and men screaming in agony. You resist shaking your head because you know you're just imagining it and you can keep it together without the headshaking. You could keep it together even back then and you will still keep it together. You never lose composure because nurses never do. But you remember. You remember that it was the end of the world as you knew it.
Oh. I think I wrote my first real drabble. Huh.
( Something that was probably inevitable and something that came out of the blue... DELICIOUS IS BEING SHUT DOWN OMG! )
On a wholly unrelated note: I think I probably listened to the Pearl Harbor main theme one time too many because for a few days now, this has been haunting me:
You stand there on the dais and you look into the water. Your eyes see rusting steel and salt water but in your head, you see something else. You see blood and chaos, soldiers, sailors, everyone and no one, lipstick on foreheads, markings that don't make any sense and decide who's to live and who's to die. You blink and then there's just the sea and the ships underwater again and you only hear the soft wind and the little waves against the dais. You know it's impossible but you think you also hear the faint echo of banging against ship walls and men screaming in agony. You resist shaking your head because you know you're just imagining it and you can keep it together without the headshaking. You could keep it together even back then and you will still keep it together. You never lose composure because nurses never do. But you remember. You remember that it was the end of the world as you knew it.
Oh. I think I wrote my first real drabble. Huh.
