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[thanks_bastards]

a slow walk

the sky greys

a jog

dark blues, pinks

a run

oranges, reds

with all his might

pistons at full steam

attempting to prolong the inevitable

a darkness he can not evade

Comments

[doxerssoldout]

did you write this?

[thanks_bastards]

yea. i thought of the idea a few months ago when i was in a weird place, and finally put it into words. tryin out some new shit, like actually writing when I mean to write. It's been years

[doxerssoldout]

it's tough - it's my major and it's still a hard habit to get back into it if i get lazy haha. i dig the colors you picked.

[thanks_bastards]

well, it was supposed to be the sun setting, like, the colors the sky goes through. I've had an image in my head of someone just continually running as fast as the world turns, only to stave off the uncertainty of what the night brings