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Post by odessa on Oct 8, 2010 19:46:24 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,450,true] | [atrb=background,http://i48.tinypic.com/dlneq8.png]Odessa drifted without seeing. She painted lavish canvases, but derived no joy from them. Around her cascades of color that, if one looked closely, almost looked like a rolling ocean crashed upon the beach of the dreamers world she loved so much. Odessa's eyes had stopped working.
She suspected that her ears were broken too, but she did not attempt to check. She traveled numbly. She was a mask of sorrow, yet there was nothing to cry about. She was naturally peppy, but when she was alone she was nothing but endless waves of depression thrown upon a grim grey beach.
She was dramatic too.
Odessa had millions of questions that floated through her world in a spectrum of dazzling colors, but no answers. Oh how she wished she had the answers. She wished daily that she had them. However, her mind provided her with nothing. No helpful flowers bloomed in her brain, no fuzzy grey mushrooms sprouted instructions. She was coming to the end of a road and she had no idea where to turn.
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