Schrödinger's Hamlet (septimussmith) wrote in the100, @ 2016-03-08 10:57:00 |
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I saw him in the wings - Evans, his uniform faded with the weather and his breast jacket spattered with mud. He is clean-shaven, silent. There is no gore, no death but that paleness which makes me wonder. I think I saw him smile.
Is this madness again? Is this Bradshaw's proportion with new-sharpened teeth wearing at my heels for being so happy for so long? Or ... I could live in this world with its veil ripped to shreds. When I make friends with the dead, when the newly woken sparrows chatter in Greek and we do not cut down trees. I could congregate amongst these silent, observant ghosts.