Returning
There’s a sadness to walking into a building you once knew. You expect things to be as they were left, but time has passed. Time has passed without you, and…
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There’s a sadness to walking into a building you once knew. You expect things to be as they were left, but time has passed. Time has passed without you, and…
She stands at the window, a statue. Outside, the dark cityscape bursts with suppressed movement, holding its breath, waiting for dawn. She does not wait. It is…
You take everything for granted, before. Then you learn, and every detail counts. Breathing, Depth, Nitrogen, Planning. You are new, a child, naïve. You are an…
I’ve stepped back, walked into the sunset. It was my time. I turn to look back. Taking stock: The burning isn’t iron-hot, now. My tongue has nearly forgotten…
One night out with friends Two eyes meet Three hours pass Seven digits are exchanged Eight days inch by, a table for two Ninth morning, breakfast Ten weeks…
The world was silent. For a minute it paused and froze as he twisted in the air. All the voices echoed inside him, inside what was left-    When the…
Voices from the past resonate in the air Shivers for who we once were Who we are no longer What we have lost Who we have lost I was a child I was a child with…
Dancing in the parking lot. Are you trying to catch his feet, but nothing can hold The cold air burns your lungs, but weep I finally feel Despite the snow that…
Ballant en l’estacionament. Està tractant d’atrapar els peus, però res pot retenir L’aire fred crema els pulmons, però ploro Vaig sentir finalment Malgrat la…
Dancing in parkkipaikalla. Yrittää saada kiinni minun jalat, mutta mikään ei voi pitää minut Kylmä ilma polttaa keuhkoihin, mutta itken Kuulin vihdoin Vaikka…
Dans på parkeringen. Is försöker fånga mina fötter, men ingenting kan hålla mig Den kalla luften bränner dina lungor, men jag gråter Jag hörde slutligen Även…
Ballo nel parcheggio. Ice cercando di catturare i miei piedi, ma niente che possa trattenermi L’aria fredda brucia i polmoni, ma ancora piango Ho finalmente…
Je danse dans le stationnement. Glaçons essayez d’attraper mes pieds, mais rien ne peut me retenir L’air froid me brûle les poumons, mais j’ai encore crier…
I’m dancing in the parking lot. Icicles are trying to catch my feet, but nothing can hold me down The cold air burns my lungs but I still shout I finally heard…
I’m a student at the school in town, and I’m looking for this girl. It’s really not as creepy as it sounds, I swear. I need to find her-but hey, hear me out…
She stood there, hands outstretched, feeling the cool rain drive down on her head and hands. Suddenly, it was just too much. Her friends deserting her, her…
I’ve worked and worked. For you. For them. You say that my work has been noticed. They know. But have you noticed me? I came to you yesterday. I said, I need a…
The shell cracked off-and talons grew. Against the building storm, the creature’s burning silhouette cried out to the heavens, and lightening struck. Three…
I’ve won now. I’ve won it all. I’ve made those who brought me here proud. And you’ve accepted me. Grudgingly, I am given a place. You could no longer deny my…
I hate you. Maybe hate’s a strong word for a person like me, but I won’t use any other. I am good at my job. Excellent, in fact. And you’re threatened by that…