we're on the precipice, we're on the line,
the beauty of when our times intersect
and our lives intertwine.
i don't wanna just share space next to you
i wanna rent a place in your mind
and leave a few things to remember me by,
like the smell of my favorite shirt
or the color of my favorite tie.
or the way the light seems to sparkle in my eyes,
that magic.
About the Creator
utsu kuru
life is beautiful, painful, mysterious.
a beast i could never comprehend, outside of it.
Midnight
60 seconds… 59 seconds… Time was slipping through his fingers, though he clawed at the falling grains of sand, he could not stop the hourglass from flowing. Around him, the silence was deafening. He had taken over every screen in the command centre, putting the terrible seconds before the terrified eyes of his friends and comrades.
By Alexander McEvoy5 days ago in Fiction
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