You can hear the hesitation in my laugh, as I have yet to release the clutch even though we are idling at 1
Seagulls camouflage in the overcast
My eyes had glossed over at this point as our memories scrambled in my mind like a combination of letter tiles that'd make for a horrible game of Scrabble. Absolutely nothing made sense.
How powerful it is to hold onto memories...
Dusk froze, the moon surfaced, slowly buffering and peeking through the trees: an eye with no sense of sight.