holidays.
timeout, dead people and absence. Striding forward inadvertently encounter with nothingness. The train is walking without haste, without cause and with rusty rails dying moan of the time. No surprises on the way as everything seems to lie, the rest will slowly swallowing. In the dining room all with their faces and carbon paper, bending the metal bucket rate. The chairs are old chairs, glued to the floor and not move them but have nice view out the window. Outside, nothing moves, in not only changes a lot.
The door opens with a wagon driven sound, like everyone on the trip. There is another passenger, high and powerless. One second everything is silent and then resumed its course in comments monotone mumble. No matter way too, someone will die.
That fall, no, is plucked branches broken by the cement dry. Fog appears that consumes us all and killed the sun in a blue tortus minutes. Depronto darkens, and then shine like nothing else in the world, alert and sleepless, turn around our world, by little, word by word.
If not for the flashing light revives, we would have closed their eyes to keep dreaming of death and wine in our cup. Lights pulsate quickly tired in the window, is a constant nervous blast hitting the table with an image without form or color. The dish was invaded by demons shadow, swaying figures cover everything from ocher. Small first, then immense ... and finally shrink once more, in a cycle that never stops, close to the ground by the feet, can not do more than wait for his own death and praying for the twin to be set in place when the beating on the window becomes present in her sad little light. Fa .. fa .. fa .. soon the ear does not stand the confinement and explodes.
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