• uchay_egwuatu 27w

    I already knew I was weightless, like a speck of dust on the back of the wind. It was no wonder then, t h a t I was invisible too.
    How else would you explain seeing through me? That's not a bad thing either. It's like the sun shining through
    You see, etched on the cobblestones of my heart w e r e the markings of a love tested by time but like all things touched by the moist hands of the clock it broke a n d decayed.
    You will too.
    Maybe then we can travel the world like we wanted. On the wings of the wind, unhindered by weight
    nor form, till we enter the void and become what we've always been. Nothing.