...her address has changed, but not the room...
The Last One.
the one with the talk.
she knew she had to lead her own way.
Dancing to the dead tunes.
"Dead City. Dead City. Dead City. Dead City" Words played in her head as they drove through the night. A beautiful experience which had taken birth in everything at first, was gradually going wrong. The scenery that she couldn’t take her eyes off, in the day light, was haunting in the dark. The … Continue reading Looking outside the Window #36
To the Dead City...
The dancing man stopped and turned and spotted the girl.
Dirty cloths, muddy hands, messy hair.
"This is a magical place, yet my existence is in a real time and space."