sheets of wind
brushing off of ice cold skin
watching the sunrise
imagine watching the sunrise, clinging to the railing of a boat, feeling the wind whip past your face, and, though it hurts, you feel vindicated in a way, as the sun turns the water to rust, then to gold, then to serene blue as it climbs higher in the sky.
also, my posts may be a bit sporadic in the next few days… i’m submitting my early college app and prepping for a midterm next week (of my least favorite class and of a teacher who isn’t that good and never preps us for her tests).
Chaos of Life 