nothing

The Sixth Meeting

 

the seat is empty; no warmth next to me

and i lean back and sigh

my hand reaches out; there is only air

and i'm falling

slowly

the wind rushes behind me, but i don't stop falling

until i'm not anymore

and it's cold, and it's dark

i can't breathe

i can't see

there is nothing

 

 

 

static.dream

 

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hunhunhunhun
#1
Chapter 1: Wah, this is random. Good job
staticdream
#2
sigh. when will we meet again?
kpopartory
#3
Hello fren! <br />
I feel the emotion coming from your poems. They are so alive, shouting to be heard. A message bursting to come out.<br />
I am here for you, if you need a fren. You are not alone.