yiffie
weeks by weeks. i wept. and everyone else followed suit. we wept rivers, we wept skies. we elated in our creations, then we wept some more. until one day, the tears ran out, so we began to dream. but then, the dreams ran out too.
sandwiched between sand and sky, she suffocates. She can barely breathe the desert air, thick with wind and despair.
hung in the air by a thin cotton string, while my heart hung in the air with your every word.