oo1 Laurel SoCI look over my head and see the sky peel apart the clouds with slender pink fingers, stretching each cloud further than the muscular sinewy gray could handle before breaking. Track runners fall under similar pressure and their heel snaps. The clouds though, they continue on. As if they didn't even know that their heels had been cut to keep them from moving. With hands in my pocket, I exhale smoke around my cigarette up to the clouds, hoping my contribution of smoke will be the medicine that pulls the clouds through.oo1 Laurel SoC
My mind wanders when given seconds of unoccupied silence. You could call it a reaction to boredom I suppose but I'm
| Aspiring my ass. You write or you don't. The curse of this profession is that it's so much more fun being a writer than it is writing... BILLY LIVES! ~Gary Brandner |
oo3||________So yeah.
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