Beautiful Remains
Description
The grass flows in the dead wind. He's alone. He's the survivalist. He's the king of the world. But he's broken, can he be fixed? Or will his crumbled pieces turn to ash in the wind.
Foreword
The sun set over the horizon and I stared into the blazing orange ball, tears blurring my eyes. I couldn't believe he was really gone. It's been weeks, but it feels like just yesterday. The air was warm this night, oddly enough. The stars danced above my head mocking me with their togetherness. I stumbled back to my 'home', which was just a tent that woman left me. "I'm...so lonely." I confess to the brightest star that twinkled above my head. A loving breeze enveloped me in itself and tucked me into my blanket. I don't wanna be alone
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