15feb 2021
Jumping on to a beckoning cloud, emotions splintering into infinite stories, changing shape and form at will, mocking any comprehension of permanence, transforming the stories they held, into living, evolving freshness. An obscure sound of a plane groaned under the weight of the dreams it held. Specks of lit up island ships sailed lazily, discovering bottled emotions that life rushed through, time deprived. Lights shape an ice rink into a musical note to sea, shadows courting each other in impromptu figure skates.
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