by Nouvelle Bardot
originally published at 01:34AM on Thursday, July 26, 2007

Jade crossed the meridian in front of the pub that led into the the hazy streets and the swift chill of the night air. People lingered on the sidewalks , standing outside well lit entranceways to the night clubs, smoking and laughing. Living. The blur of the neon night life was a daunting aspect if you faced it alone. Jade could only stagger wildly into the street.

Nice, safe street…you’ll save me.

All she could hear was laughing. Laughing…and life. A beautiful moment that nobody would remember tommorow, something oblivious to time.




  • from Alexa ♥:

    Doesn’t really seem to have much of a point.