Retard

I look down

To distract myself by tracing my fingers around my desk

But scattered pen slashes on cheap linoleum

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The Veins on The Forest leaves

The light hush of wind shattered the silence. Even broken into small pieces it still shimmered, and she thought it more beautiful that way. Like little slivers of the galaxy it gleamed. She did not know that silence could reflect light in the same way that it reflected connection and thought. Still, the silence would not be broken for long, she was alone. People think mother nature is a rosy cheeked woman, with tumbling brown hair and bright springtime laughter. They think she glides when she walks, and nature bows down to her whim. They think wrong. Continue reading “The Veins on The Forest leaves”