scarethecrow
I haven't got an interest in politics or weather. I haven't got an interest in any of that, but I do know that my interest resides in the way the sun moves over the trees and casts shadows and brightness across their needles. I haven't got an interest in certain things, but I do have one in beauty.
I take a few steps forward, and one step back when I see what's been written on the sidewalk. In blue chalk, scrawled across my front doorstep are the words: "Blue skies are grey." Overhead, the clouds rumbled in agreement.
I fawned at his beautiful features. The way his hair cascaded over his eyes…the way his lips moved apart and together as he formed my name. I was in a daze, but came back to my senses just as he said the words: “Baylee, I’m moving away from here. Tomorrow.” And then I lost it.
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