Reverse Astronomy
Description
Jongup continues to run his fingers through the tough, drying grass, seeking out the small buds of dying pansies to weave into a project that keeps his hands busy and his mind empty.
He leans his head back lethargically, tired hands pinching stems slowly, and carefully ducking soft blossoms under and out the other side of arcs. The wind still pushes at his form, trying to snatch the petals of the flowers away.
Foreword
hello friends :)
this started out as kind of prose poetry and just took off... oops.
did a lot of research for this one... i hope you all enjoy xx
(i tried to make this as accurate as possible. i have had friends with similar disabilities, and am basing things mostly off of that, so if i made any mistakes please let me know!)
also i actually was able to edit this one so it's not just a rough draft like most of my other stuff on here lmao rip
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