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
You are going to love some of your characters because they are you, or some facet of you, and you are going to hate some characters for the same reason. — Anne Lamott
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