Today was strange.
The skies seemed deeper, somehow.
All the background clouds seemed immensely far away.
The jet trails were vivid and sharp, so far into the sky that I couldn't dream of touching them.
All of the leaves on the trees were too detailed.
Each cluster of needles stood out.
Every vine had a clear path.
Every branch was on its own.
All the birds were off too.
The gulls' wings curved into fuller M's than usual.
They almost looked like a hyperrealistic incarnation of ancient beach drawings we made as kids.
The crows made very deliberate movements.
Their fingered wings pulled in to swoop, out to glide, in just enough to dip, out far enough, and flap! Flap! Just enough to land softly.
They looked at me and gawked in curiousity.
Were they different, or was I?
When I went up the the third floor of the college, I looked out the windows.
The skies looked equal to me.
The entirety of the sky was in a thin band, eye level to myself.
Nothing important stood above.
There was nothing below.
Nothing at all.
The ground didn't exist.
YOU ARE READING
Book #2
PuisiThe old one is old and cringey. So I made a new one! I'm not a freakish middle school fangirl anymore, so you can read my ideas without internally dying! Now, it's meme time. // (mostly short stories and poetry, with a lil bit of meme-y stuff (idk)...
