exempt i : where it all started
in this book, kairos, ill
post prose and poetry
which couldnt make it
into any other books
such as timeless or
any other book rotting
in my drafts.
this is where i started to
write prose and eventually
thought of like, yknow,
taking it seriously and now
i've timeless, a prose book
also, this book will contain
both prose and poetry.
buuuut
this is just a
prose and poetry
dump, alr? dont expect
any mind-blowing
shii here. t_t
this is based off a song, well,
only a small portion of a song,
and neither does it relates to
the song, neither does it match
with the vibe, but it is, what
it is, OK. oh, and the song is
something about her, this
is inspired by the bridge of
the song, when it had been
posted on youtube shorts. :,)
i hope you like it
p.s i first posted it on
my first account.
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On snow days, things like these little flakes - the snow on green leaves; ice that rests and makes the leaves glow, which for another second will die, but still does.
On days like these, a small space and a small portion of solitude. A soft smile that twists and turns to tug, even on sore, glee lips.
On days like these, a little push to slide on the cold tile, a small sock hole now noticed as the opening let the skin hit the chilly floor.
On days, just a coffee cup with a little bit of snow - the same flake that first dropped on the nose of a surprised child, or one who was desperately trying to have its taste in his mouth. Or, a sick dog startled by its appearance, yet a glint of joy in its eyes, or a cat seeing snow for the first time and tapping at the window virtuously, trying to catch the flake through the barrier.
And the snow which first mesmerized, slowly melting as a cot rocked slowly of a baby that never grew to see it.
<3
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kairos
Short Storykai • ros [ 'kīräs ] noun, greek the perfect, delicate, crucial moment; the fleeting rightness of time and place that creates the opportune atmosphere for action, words, or movement.
