I was feeling in the mood...
Saint's Day
South Padre sticks to his skin like hungry leeches in the sub-tropical climate, and he’s sweating discreetly through his cotton shirt. He shifts his fingers through Clark’s hair as they sprawl languidly in front of the waves with sand matting their calves and in between their toes. It’s nice and quiet like this, warm and calm, and the tide casts a slight hush over their thoughts, making thinking a drowsy and inconsequential act. Seven billion stars away, exploding into a million points of light, are the hopes and dreams of an infinite number of life-forms who are nothing now but the echoes of a resonant memory trapped in the folds of time.
Lex harbors this day in his heart, has carved out a little niche for it; he will never forget this day of rebirth.
Also, mandatory referral to my post on wednesday100, here's some creepy Runaway.
South Padre sticks to his skin like hungry leeches in the sub-tropical climate, and he’s sweating discreetly through his cotton shirt. He shifts his fingers through Clark’s hair as they sprawl languidly in front of the waves with sand matting their calves and in between their toes. It’s nice and quiet like this, warm and calm, and the tide casts a slight hush over their thoughts, making thinking a drowsy and inconsequential act. Seven billion stars away, exploding into a million points of light, are the hopes and dreams of an infinite number of life-forms who are nothing now but the echoes of a resonant memory trapped in the folds of time.
Lex harbors this day in his heart, has carved out a little niche for it; he will never forget this day of rebirth.
Also, mandatory referral to my post on wednesday100, here's some creepy Runaway.