Jodainislame
She minds her own business, mindless and wandering, completely unaware of those who call her a killer. Those whose panic stricken voices echo for eternity will never know the true eternity she dwells in.
They'd been caught in the rain, taking mere seconds to soak them down to the bone. The sky darkened with rage, blowing heavily and proclaiming it's anger with assaults to both the eyes and ears.
He'd lost the years, too many lifetimes had passed him by in a numbing blur yet he waited. When even the white flame would be lost to time, he caught a glimpse. Long lost love found once more in a dirty back alley.
Laid back in comfortably plush velvet, watching as life played out in a multitude of forms. Every once in a while he remembers what it felt like to be alive.
Staring in from the outside and taking note of every gleeful smile, every bouncing laugh and wooden clink. I will never understand such tropical elations, atop my mountain of druplets.
The cool river was a welcome break, they'd been going so long their feet burned with the travel. Though the next morning, when one was missing, he could be found in the roar of cascades overtaking the beauty of the scene.
Relentless cacophony beating down it's endless hammer. It'd been hours of cold darkness, still wincing at the icy drum from above.
Oh wise one who knows only stars and sounds, ever watchful, can you whisper to me a secret or two of how the world ticks?
She sit atop a sea of green, lazily reaching down without direction or care to munch upon the leaves of the ocean. She'd spent tooo much time with her brothers and sisters in mourning that now all she knew was to eat.
Dazzling sparkles danced wildly in his eyes, wonder sparked as art played out before him. There was only one thought amongst the awe: How can I be one of them?
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