The Amaranthine Haze

The dust and dirt rise from the city as my breath escalates with every divine sigh from the mountains behind me. The city glistens like light on water, dancing slightly and illuminating life. The cold air rushes through my lungs, holding my attention and reminding me of all the time I’ve lost and don’t have left. The city line is broken and inferior for it doesn’t nurture itself like the mountains do. One gaze and I’m instantly awakened and alive. I feel the cold air chill my body and every time I’m reminded of how I want to feel every day.

Reviews

[SmittyJas]

Sounds like you have written of the dream world coming apart you moved from the mountain tops to the polluted city with the LA smog.