A note. A word that is simple. A meaning that is straightforward. An object that is visible.
My note. Complicated and fragile.
Can easily be blown away by the wind, breaking at the seam of its purpose.
A mystery that occurs not only in the pages and writing but in our complex and intriguing minds as well.
As lost as the feelings and thoughts, we hide away from the public and shrouded in so much darkness and shadows from our past, present, and future that it can never be found again.
Can be broken down and ripped to pieces, but will never give up.
Ragged edges and a broken frame, but a strong spirit and unbreakable will.
A heart. My relentless heart.
A sunset. A world hidden from our naked eye. Nature in its purest and simplest form, yet most holds the universe's greatest secret. Greatest weapon. Death.
The sun. Falling and disappearing, lost to the world, only to rise back at dawn, stronger than ever, albeit being the same as it was the previous days.
My note.
1 page, 1 stage.
2 sentences, 2 graves.
3 tears, 3 screams.
8 words, 8 storms.
30 days, 30 rays.
Infinite imagination, interperted and woven into a simple note.
30, 29, 28 27, 26, 25.....
Dusk falls and blackness drowns.
"30 days start now. See you at dusk."
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30 Days Till Dusk
RomanceA note. 30 days until I see you again. 30 days until we are reunited. 30 days until peace. It is time. My time. Your time. Our time. Goodbye... ----------------------------------------------------------- *This story will be edited, but I just want t...
