But I am already forced to let it go.
The world tells me to let it go.
Category: Fiction and Poetry
The Great Mirage.
There is nothing you can do.
But it is not you, oh no, my love,
it is not you.
City of Bridges.
Everyone here stopped growing up
and starting getting old. They came back
from the war and everything changed.
Blue light.
They’d been taking their time. There wasn’t any need to hurry. They moved slowly, because the days moved slowly, and the air stood still around them.
