One A.M.A Chapter by jonahThe breeze is here. It’s pouring out from every possible garment that has laid flat in the absence of television and storm. Seven minutes ago, the unfinished notes of a piano
wore off, leaving an undefined track in the mirror; Undefined shelves for some shadows at the promenade.
Rumor has it when the suburb transcends you’ll see a little kid sleepwalk in the park to pick up fishes and fireflies with a body sealed and preserved as in a fridge. You might ponder on your dashboard every time this
occurs, this apparition of normality in such a personal portion. The cat that walked beside your exterior, it was also included when it was minimized by the records in its faint
stripes; Continuous pavements, plane trees aren’t planes. Only silver threads so thin like nerves stretch across the streets in a dead video game. If you want to go, just go to where your speed is converted into firecrackers. These houses can’t contain your journey, they eat planets to replace everything.
A drop of silk on your palm will spread to the barren apartments that lay ahead. One more block and that’s it. All will be left behind, the cat, the piano, the unbearable pavements, The milliseconds after leaving this tunnel. A doorknob, a run, That bathtub is always an ocean.
If you want to go, just go. God isn’t sleeping, He has your favorite tie Finely retrieved in His pocket. © 2015 jonahAuthor's Note
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Added on January 21, 2015 Last Updated on January 21, 2015 AuthorjonahIndonesiaAboutI'm 19 year old christian man who lives in Indonesia. Sometimes i find it difficult for me to explain my thoughts and emotions in a solid, organized way. I must admit, that's one weakness of mine that.. more..Writing
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