Consequences.

 

The bittersweet smoke paints lovely grey curls in the air in front of me. I wish the wind wouldn’t carry it away. I wish I could freeze it and decorate my black and white walls with it. I see flowers, smiles, tears. Dragons. The frills of a princess’s skirt. I see you. The eyes that spell out hues of an unimagined planet. Let me try touching you before you melt into my breath. But where are you? Have I lost you already?

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