*With one foot inside the open car door and the other planted firmly on the slick, gleaming pavement, I realize I'm stradling a decesion that has already been made. I contemplate the stars dwindling silently above the screaming city streets as I wish one more time for a sign. With a slam of the car door, I find myself staring out at the moon. Craters seem to mirror the exact image of my silent stone heart, casting their glowing shadow upon the crowded sea of faces below. As the car pulls away from the curb, I faintly hear the sound of aimless sirens waning in the background. And still I cling to the idea that somewhere out there, you're doing just the same.
MM. i mean. could you be anymore amazing? and as usual are souls are the same i swear! been thinking about writing something just like this! haha. miss you.
ReplyDeleteOnly a true writer would say something like "Our souls are the same I swear". Gaaaah, how I miss youuu!
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