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Smell of Death The smell of death isn't the smell of rotting corpses. It isn't dead putrid flesh decaying away somewhere damp and cold. The smell of death is what greets me when I put the key into the lock of my door to open it, and what follows me all the way up the stairs.

The smell of death comes from lillies that have lined up, multiplied, outside the door of the house in which my neighbour died. Long lines of white corpses, themselves signifying respect for the larger dead corpse, offerings from the living. Each a nondisposable reminder of recent times, a tribute, and yet a psychological burden.

On my way up, I can't see them but for a moment, when I
Looking at you. I remember taking that picture of you; things were so different back then. An exciting world of possibilities lay ahead of us and we seemed so rebelliously unstoppable. We rode waves of time, distorting dimensions and perceptions, piercing conventions; we made a fair share of heads and noses turn, but we didn't care.

How easy it is to run so fast, to watch the world shrink all around, and believe that nothing beyond our held hands could ever really matter. How easy it was to love every part of you that touched my world. How easy it was to embrace the essence of each particle composing you; us.

Tears flowed freely through laughter, joy and -
When looking in wrong places My
Silly
Suppositions
Can't
Justifiably
Last
My Time They told me I had to wait a second to see you.
Or was it a minute? A Day?
I don't know, I don't remember
because every second is an eternity,
And it all becomes the same to me.

Why is it that every time I am without you,
Time decides to wander round my feet,
Drag itself along with me,
Look into all the shop windows,
Flutter aimlessly about my head,
Poke itself curiously into my ears,
Dance tauntingly before my eyes,
Gnaw passively at my sleeves,
And do all but that which it ought to?

And why is it that every time you're here,
It moves with such stealth,
Such speed?
I hardly see it,
When I see you.

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It's an apple and a spoonful of yoghurt. Or is it?

Inspiration for my tattoo.
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~deejaydude Apr 17, 2007
cool composition. =p red against the white. :D good contrast.

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A family that prays together...
...has only one rosary.

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When god gives you lemons...
...get a new god.
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~jadedflower Apr 17, 2007
Danke :)

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Please use "Reply" not "Post Comment" to reply... or I'll never remember to check if you've said anything. Thanks :P
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