concrete behemoths around me frozen in an eternal winter break apart the sighs of the sea summer is miles and miles away yet all I have for wind are sighs.
sterile air-conditioning's slow cold, constricting like a python around my half-dreams harkens them back to where the winds had the power to break a man dry knives under a moonless sky stab me in the eyes, their watering makes unseen stars twinkle. the tears are not entirely in pain mountain lakes are beautiful (ends to fitful dreams.)
Spoiler
only managed one, but NaPo actually helped me start back and I do have a few ideas now. I will keep posting in this thread till I get 10.Months are a construct anyways haha
We shall not cease from exploration, and the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started and know the place for the first time. — T.S. Eliot