The breeze came suddenly.
It gave me a gentle embrace, a
kiss on the neck, reminding me of a place forgotten: where everything’s so big;
where soil often met bare feet; where laughter lasted for days.
This was the
place we spent our years before becoming cold and worried. The memory seduced me;
each thought, an ember.
Burning beautiful, bright but breaking, bleeding.
All
that remains is an emptiness we try and fill, because after all, men mustn't have hollow bones. I realized we could never go back because we never left,
we
just forgot how to count the stars.
The breeze blew on, rustling leaves,
circulating dust, whistling away victoriously.
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