I want the wind on my face, a warm jacket wrapped around my body and neck with the Autumn leaves crunching beneath my feet.
I want the world around me to die and wither and have the ability to just wade through it all, kicking amber fireworks into the air.
What am I?
- Jesus
- I’m just a cold face on the street, slow and somber in my patterns. I’m just a friend you’ll never meet, I am the love that never happens. My days exist in meaningless ways, I need a way to shake this; I’m making lost time famous.
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