"Falling Wide Awake"
Falling Wide Awake.
A grey sky crackles with autumn, the sting of cold burrowing into my chest.
Scattershot leaves are surrounding my feet, as if holding them hostage from moving forward.
I hug an orange bag tightly to my front.
Clutching at the sleeves of wool sweater over small hands; I give the moment pause.
Trapped in the ripple-effect of all that I ( Read more... )
A grey sky crackles with autumn, the sting of cold burrowing into my chest.
Scattershot leaves are surrounding my feet, as if holding them hostage from moving forward.
I hug an orange bag tightly to my front.
Clutching at the sleeves of wool sweater over small hands; I give the moment pause.
Trapped in the ripple-effect of all that I ( Read more... )
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As an actual expression of sentiment, it makes me sorta sad. But y'know, eventually, "have to keep going" will become mindless motion, and then purposeful motion, eager steps forward. *hugs*
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