It was midnight. The moon was hidden behind a silk blanket. I was standing in a pitch black street alone. I put my hand out to light a match, when it was struck for me.
by Alex Moras
It was midnight. The moon was hidden behind a silk blanket. I was standing in a pitch black street alone. I put my hand out to light a match, when it was struck for me.
by Alex Moras
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Hello. I'm daisy and I have always wondered about clouds. How weird they are. And how we never really notice or care. But I do.
Imagine sitting in a desert. Imagine all you can see around you is sand whipping up everywhere, and you see faint human outlines that you can't quite reach. All that is left is you and your thoughts.
I am a contradiction in skin. walking in chains, talking in freedom, all closed up, trying to bloom. I'm so lost, and there are no maps for feelings. it's like my batteries are dead.
Rain falls on the old tin roof. She can't help but marvel at the muffled echoes of water striking metal. A petulant wind howls through the delicate house, raising small hairs on the back of her neck.
The sun rose above me, shining through the gaps in between the leaves.
Isolated, she stood in the room lost with disgrace. She looked as she lost her soul wanting to fade away in the deepest blues. She glared at the darkness in mid air hoping her true love will...
Whether the whether is cold, or whether the whether is hot. Whether the whether, whatever the whether, whether we like it or not..
I'm standing here, on a pitch black street. The rain is pouring on me like someone's throwing buckets of water on me.
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