my best friends

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: November 12, 2016

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darkness,

the dangerous thrill of the unknown.

the pure, brilliant taste of isolation.

the nothingness that soothes our old eyes.

darkness.

 

wind. 

the hair blowing, eyes wild. 

the rush of electric, poised perfection.

when you are speading, a rush, yet you are strolling slow, enhanced, taking everything in.

when you are out the window, freezing air washed over you

like a champagne bottle in an ice bucket. cooling, chilling, sitting, pondering, relaxing.

wind.

 

water.

the cold, wet escape.

of brilliant blue, the occasional sunchine, and coveted diamond minds. 

a god like laugh and a dry towel.

water. 

my best friends.

 


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