Freedom. Josie. R.

[coldinhergrave.livejournal.com]

The sky was a dead thing.

The sun had dragged all the blue from the sky, and now the fog was drifting down to earth with no power to keep it in the heavens any more. It's daylight blue had curdled and turned to a thin, concrete coloured grey, and all the colours faded from the world as it fell.

Fell like an angel. Like the end of days.

Like a birthday, a beginning.

( Freedom )

Freedom. Josie. R.

[coldinhergrave.livejournal.com]

The sky was a dead thing.

The sun had dragged all the blue from the sky, and now the fog was drifting down to earth with no power to keep it in the heavens any more. It's daylight blue had curdled and turned to a thin, concrete coloured grey, and all the colours faded from the world as it fell.

Fell like an angel. Like the end of days.

Like a birthday, a beginning.

( Freedom )