Float away, the rain-sea that is also the
sky.
Untethered
to anything.
Shuffled by wind.
Still, it sinks.
Lower
and lower with the pull of the million eyes that look up and hope.
Day 41 of 108
It was a day where we had two steps front and three steps back. Feeling so angry and agitated right now. Some people in this building need s...
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Alternate endings, depending on the mood:
...still it stinks
or
...still it sings
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