aspect of the theory

by coupcontrecoup

The night air thins and displaces.

Exerting energy in all forms and regards.

My eyes close to find a placement of equal importance.

Distorted voices.

A figure in the dust cloud.

Laughing as they do.

Unbeknownst, unannounced, uninvited.

The harder I control, the more I lost.

Will vision decrease?

Another ledge to walk off.

An ultimate trust.

Her smile, a gyre to be swallowed.

Comforting.

The cold brisk air chills my bones.

Yet the fear continues.

The figure fading…

A jump to remember.

A jump to not regret.

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