AdriTheDreamer
He fiddled with the coin.
No aim, mindless, back and forth.
But suddenly the sky boomed of thunder.
He fumbled, and the coin skipped out of his hand.
Somehow the floor was a Blackmore,
He heard the sound but not seeing the thing.
He looked, searched, crawled;
Maybe until time comes, they will be apart.
"Where are the trash?"
"There is no trash."
"I gave you a small watermelon to eat. You didn't eat it?"
"I did."
"Then where are the trash?"
"There is no trash."
"Isn't there.. the rind? And the seeds?"
"What?"
"Don't tell me you ate the rind."
"..."
This city was small, yet mountainous, so buildings stand on the hillside.
It is difficult to climb up and down. But it is also nice to be able to climb up and down...
because between the unnoticed hiking, one may properly feel the nature. At home.
He slipped through the crowds of the rush hour.
He was trying to search for someone.
But the air was not light, and the atmosphere was as heavy as the eyelids of 9-to-5 workers.
He went directions without an aim, as if he was burrowing in mud.
But he went through the crowds, and no one was there to wait for
Papers rustled.
The sound of pen scribbling came on and off.
No one was speaking -- as they should -- but yet the silence was so loud.
For the same goal, but somehow they would never work as a team.
Time was almost up. The examination was going to end.
It was a flurry of the first snow in this year. No one seemed to be prepared. The market was as busy as the snow, but people were still quite happy about it.
Leaves pointed, as if they were needles.
I think I have seen you everywhere,
but this is also the first time;
just like before,
but also nothing alike.
It really depends on the person.
Some, when they see their favourite food, they immediately immerse and indulge, and do not even risk a single moment.
But for me? I like to keep the best thing, the final thing. I would really, really like to savor the aftertaste...
The grip of my hands on the bridle is tight. I want it go, fast and furious. I want it to go the ay that I wanted.
I want control.
But whilst my palm is tight, I feel no rebound.
Somewhat, not everything wants to be leashed.
the ring of nothingness is headpoundedly loud. Somehow in this empty room, he thought he heard something. Maybe someone was trying to let him know their presence. Maybe it was an alert. He would never believe that, it could have been silent.
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