The keys ring And I’m running Faster than feet can carry me Away with the sound.
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The View From Above
No horizon Swallowed in the vastness A cross-stitched city Colors like acrylic pastel Smear the buildings into the ocean In a hurricane of Zen.
This is the rest of that untitled short story I put up a while ago. Enjoyyyyyy. Today becomes three days. Seven days. Thirteen days. We obviously weren’t going to get there in a day, maybe even a week, but somehow Max tricked himself into thinking so. I walk steadily in the beating sun, watching the cracked concrete pass under my feet. Ariel rides ahead of us, on my bike, into a flock of...