Words are so important to me. The individual letters carved into the darkness in bold white calibri font. Stark as a logo for the image they embody. The image that couldn’t exist without them. That will float, disappear, as the words grow and part like wax over my iffy brain.
The letters, the words, the pictures they borrow.
He said anything. Anything, you see. He would grant it upon me if I shall only ask, and in that moment, that wretched moment I felt the moving plates of the earth crush to a lonely still, the air strung with bated breath, poignant, waiting as if for my move. But I couldn’t move, not at all.
The words danced behind my eyes; his eyes on me, the letters etched upon their muddy selves.
Apromise, a secret between us. No space, no time…the universe nothing but a speck humbled…
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