Every morning a crow comes and sits at my window. I feel his eyes penetrate my skull, as if he is reading my thoughts. I wonder if he knows it is her I am thinking of. Would that be why he comes to me every morning when I wake? He sits like a porcelain statue, bathing in the morning sun. My hand reaches out and my fingers dance upon the unwashed glass in a futile attempt to stroke his feathers. The crow remains perfectly still.
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lolamichelleh Joined: Apr-16-2010 |
My name is Lola Michelle. I´m a 20 year old girl from another universe. I consider myself a writer. I´m a sucker for music and romance. I have a not-so-secret crush on all things rock ´n´ roll. I´m considered a geek.
