He laid flat against the rough surface of the pavement. He wasn't sure how or when he got there, or how he was meant to get home, but really he didn't care. right now he only cared to gaze lazily at the inky sky and think.
Sometimes the sky seemed very suffocating. it did not seem to care for its own infinite nature. instead it looked at him and said
"one day. I will close up around you and there will be nothing you can do about it" and he nodded, because he understood, and if he were the sky he would close up around himself as well.
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little strings | boreo
FanfictionHe laid across the mattress, still drunk and only partly awake. The morning was just starting to peek over the horizon and he could see the mist through the window. a sliver of light traced his skin, making it look pale and ever so slightly transluc...
