I didn’t know where to go to. Behind me, the door was tight shut. Before me, the street was dimly lit and empty. But there was fresh air, and a sense of being the perfect time, and the perfect place to be that night.
My skin was new and cracking with emotion. My eyes were bright, and eager to see beyond my steps. My mouth was getting watery from expectation. Life was enveloping me, and blindfolding me, and it was all I could do to keep me from shouting in joy.
The sea was calling my old name, and I knew when it had been given to me, and why I had lost it.
The syllables dropped themselves on my tongue, and rose in the night sky like a hot bird. The leaves were dying me green.
The world was old, but my hands had not started making it yet. There was no form without me. But as I walked on, my feet drew valleys on the land; my knees sired hills and towers.
I was alive. And the whole world came to me as one.
2 comentarios:
It was cool, but I can't helped to feel the narrator was kinda horny in some parts of the text (not that there's anything wrong with that).
How odd.
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