I could feel the tears brimming and sloshing in me like water in a glass that is unsteady and too full
I could feel the tears brimming and sloshing in me like water in a glass that is unsteady and too full
The great, grey eye of the sky looked back at me, it's mist-shrouded sun focusing all the white and silent distances that poured from every point in the compass, hill after pale hill, to stall at my feet.
I had the impression it wasn't night and it wasn't day, but some lurid third interval that had slipped between them and would never end
I felt myself melting in the shadows like the negative of a person I had never seen before in life