Hard Arrows

It was magic how the world felt knowing you’re in it.  You can close your eyes and possess nothing but the quick push of the universe in every beat.  The earth feels like a hard arrow.  Like a pressure point; like a lie we wanted.  Like a hand on mine against a burning fire I never want to move.  I want to die in its fire storm.  I want your eyes to watch mine collapse into you and know for all things we are temporary.   

 

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