Fugue State (28th January 2011)

He pulls until the smoke fills his eyes, enters his lungs and attempts to incite his brain, before it leaves his mouth... not unwanted but not nearly having fulfilled its purpose.
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He stands on the beach staring out at the sea, waiting desperately for the tide to reach him, if only just to wet his ankles.
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It's after sunset. There are no clouds and there are no stars. It's dark, but not completely... just a deep shade of grey paints the sky and drips into his mind.
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Fugue state. It is his fault, he knows it... but that doesn't make it go away. He blinks slowly, once every 6 seconds. Each blinks comes with a promise of meaning, a moment of hope in the darkness imposed by his eyelid.

His eyes open to the same smoke, the same sea, the same sky.

The same state.