Revisited
free write:
A warm nostalgia bathes me. With my feet grounded, I'm weightless. Floating far from who I "am", I am face-to-face with myself. The wind breathes a scent of yesterday, caressing the pained creases on my face. I smile at the thought of letting go, squeeze your hand and breathe. We look beyond the empty lot to see the past playing before our eyes. In my hands, your fingers twitch as memories collide. With eyes shut, we hold our breaths. Pushing through the thick membrane of smoke as the flames scorch our peace, we run.
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