Safe

Combing through her hair, Your fingers trip themselves over. Whispering against your skin- It rustles; blowing away and falling lower. ————————————————————————————————– The wind screams against your face, The idling sunlight writhing through the trees To cradle you. ————————————————————————————————– She smiles. Unknowing, She asks you to stay. ————————————————————————————————– How foolish.

Standing Steady

Everything falls apart. Even buildings, standing idle throughout time slowly fade away as the world marches brazenly onwards. The wind gradually chips way their souls, tearing flecks of paint away; leaving them exposed. Buildings always fascinated me- towering above as I grew up, they always seemed so permanent: a solid, unwavering feature of my adolescence.Continue reading “Standing Steady”

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