I turned back,
I felt like a paper aeroplane,
Drifting through a soft summer wind,
My limbs became spaghetti-like,
There were no longer days passing,
I felt like a god,
Seeing the future,
Not having a countdown to my time,
There were only three barriers,
The past,
Me,
And the future,
Always falling,
Never touching,
Forever existing.
Submitted: July 17, 2015
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Cathy98
I like it but I suggest adding more lines to make it more detailed cause I had to re-read it a few times to fully understand
Fri, July 17th, 2015 1:44amAuthor
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Alright, thanks
Thu, July 16th, 2015 6:46pm