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    A season 5 "Forever" ficlet

    Does art really bring escape? Does music really carry us out of ourselves?
    No, Rupert, it takes us further inside. We shouldn't escape. We should look at death. Although I've seen enough of it. I have to understand?but there is no why. There is just this. This music?

    And you see a girls brown body dancing through the turquoise,
    And her footprints make you follow where the sky loves the sea.

    You said it was like waking up after a sleep. Children, responsibilities, jobs, they were dreams. Waking life was sparkling. We were so young.

    And when your fingers find her, she drowns you in her body,
    Carving deep blue ripples in the tissues of your mind.

    We've all woken up now, and the morning is grey. Like a patient etherized upon a table. I touched your body ? I was another man when I..

    Oh Lord. I wish you were here so we could feel ashamed of ourselves under Buffy's stern glance.

    Her name is aphrodite and she rides a crimson shell,
    And you know you cannot leave her for you touched the distant sands

    We had our disagreements. You blamed and hated me on occasion. I wonder, did you blame me because he wasn't here to blame? The father so absent that his daughter barely thought of him. I can't be her father. But I promise?

    With tales of brave ulysses; how his naked ears were tortured
    By the sirens sweetly singing.

    I promise you. I'll watch over her.

    The tiny purple fishes run lauging through your fingers,
    And you want to take her with you to the hard land of the winter.

    Goodnight, Joyce.

    -- Robofrakkinawesome BANNER BY FRANCY --