A river frozen deep, a blanket of smooth ice.
Wide and forever in all directions.
Wind whispering through the strands of my hair,
a sweet conversation.
I draw with the blades of my skates,
My skirt is flattered by the wind, how flirtatious.
My feet begin to confuse the ice for air and start to float.
I feel the warmth of ice.
intangible beauty filters in the
presence of wisps of air.
Like a ghost it is abstracted from
its former form.
Pearly elegance descends to the
place where all rests static.
Polar bear gliding
see slowly melting sea ice
fear global warming
Time machine roared for a minute... Future was nearing
with outrageously high
speeded velocity Surpassing The Bitter Past & Collapsing back
In itself ! Surplus Evaporating Events have soared above the
mundane Blue Planet
Glistening, tiny, roundabout vessels have vanished silently, into the
wide open cracks internal to Ethereal MotherBoard Memory
of The MainBrain. Truly Our Vision Focused on the
upcoming Horizon of Hope Saw no Evil no More
the scrapping of rubber shoes
on the pavement alarm me
frantically gliding as if
in search of something
the halls are suddenly
narrower than yesterday
and all the other days before
this always happens
whenever i am rushing
and i am always rushing
so i wonder why i'm always
surprised to find myself this distraught
when its color isn't pretty on me
just making everyday happenings like being late for class dramatic
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