Jodainislame
The past few days felt monotone, only with a streak of red while fleeing through splashing brown, but today was so much different. The weight of their journey hung heavily on the soldier's shoulders, but within the smile of his companion he felt weightless.
From an old pane, with ceramics in hand, a gently wisp dancing above, she watched. Green melted into yellow, orange, red, brown right before her eyes, their coverage rustling from below now disconnected and nourishing.
The rain hadn't let up through the night, leaving bones feeling soggy. He pulled his wet cloak around himself tighter, eye narrowing at the surrounding darkness.
Here, within my space, surrounded by everything aquired in a lifetime... even amongst the screaming insects.. I find my peace. If my heart did not sing for new vistas, I would never leave these walls.
Glancing out the passenger window, trying to peak at lands outside our schedule. Days later meeting the east in wonder, welcomed by a rainbow of sunset and a full glowing moon.
Each book lay one stacked on top of the other, a fine collection of decades frozen in time. The truth was, however, the pages had never seen the light of day - she only liked the covers.
No matter how suffocating I feel to myself, or how I assume those around me feel, this dead weight feels like a feather on his chest and it listens earnestly to the rhythm of love.
Her eyes had turned blood shot, any semblance of rest had avoided her for days, for there were far more important things to ponder. Why was it that no matter how hard she scrubbed, that damned spot wouldn't come out?
Hundreds of nasty green bodies took place of what was once ground, the mass excitedly frenzied with makeshift weapons swinging wildly. To them, it didn't matter what side you were on, only that you were in front of them.
When the sun takes all it can, with skin radiating warmth, and nature singing it's lullaby - there's only one place to be. Amongst pillowy flora where the insects will guard my dreams.
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