Comfort Food
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I feel like I'm on the summit of something dark.
Something mindless, something beautiful.
I love this early morning feeling.
Soft, moldable, vulnerable, sweet, navy blue.
Little paddles tapping the tips of my fingernails, restless.
Feeling the sky above me through the roof.
Relaxed, oblivious, cold, rhythmic, whole.
I bet I catch the sunrise this time. :)
I have had this phrase stuck in my head for a long time:
- A vehemence so strong it wafted through the air and mingled with the smoke.
I need a charachter that is a smoker or I need to burn down dearborn street.
I like the latter?