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(Source: istrengthen, via wintergalactic)
(via wintergalactic)
(via wintergalactic)
(Source: snowce, via wintergalactic)
Lingering
A
Muted Cry
Slow simmering silence
Rung
In quiet
Dissonance
His pulse
Rose
and
Fell
With the Blue
and
White
Swelling
and Withering
Recklessly
Urging
Time to move on
The Lake
I stood in the water.
I felt a shiver coming from inside of me.
I took a step further into the water, and the chill enveloped my waist.
I couldn’t feel my toes, pressed into the mud in the depths of the gray and blue
The sleeves of the weeds brushing along my ankles
Reminded me of the flag on the shore
Thrusting itself upon the gusts
The fury of the wind
Withering
Then rising
As the wind swept by
Recklessly
If only we could all afford to be so
Reckless
