Swirling and evanescent, air is the essence. We flow through it without thought, without concern… until we can’t. We can’t get enough, We experience hunger. Hunger for this once innocuous element,
P.K.
The air flows around me, billows up my skirt, power of the sky, cooling with energy
the air was a little harder to breathe in here. the cave was dark, damp, filled with meandering puddles of muddy water. there was the taste of mold in the air, and every step felt heavy. he continued on, pushing his way through the tunnels, knowing it was now or never.
Swirling and evanescent, air is the essence. We flow through it without thought, without concern… until we can’t. We can’t get enough, We experience hunger. Hunger for this once innocuous element,
The air flows around me, billows up my skirt, power of the sky, cooling with energy
if I say the air is like how the famous songwriter has described – salty, rusty, and with whispers of words, would you be surprised?
but it is summer. and I do not want this to end. it feels so real each time I breath.
let us close our eyes and pretend that we are never leaving this place.
the air was a little harder to breathe in here. the cave was dark, damp, filled with meandering puddles of muddy water. there was the taste of mold in the air, and every step felt heavy. he continued on, pushing his way through the tunnels, knowing it was now or never.