Oil on Water, Oil on IceHe sits in darkness, he sits through pain. Alone, the blackbird stands upon the post. With every noise, he twitches his head. Some call it vigilance, some call it paranoia. Somewhere in the middle.Oil on Water, Oil on Ice
He evades my gaze. A moment he puts me at awe. With the next I am confused, as he vanishes. He cannot be seen as himself. He cannot even see himself, as his reflection lies.
He fears those he calls his friends. They watch from the building’s ledge, but he keeps his distance. The isolation of the post keeps him blind. It is an illusion of safety.
He must have something to fear; perhaps he was hurt in the p
((This is Victoria, right?))
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Lookie, a cookie ---> [link]
And, you're welcome :]
Thanks for the watch, though.
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