There's a burnt taste to the air. Heavy with moisture and carelessness. I can taste it at the tip of my tongue, the bitter acid spreading and coating every buds.
The walls are pulsing with disapproval, doors creaking with speculation as I wonder the source. The exact point where the bitterness starts.
With a cluck of my tongue I let the reel of film rewind in my head, not images but tiny events jumping out every now and then.
I can feel the center moving about, the smell of its harshness suffocating my nose. It glides down, leaving the air above a bit cleaner. But the burnt quality still lingers.
The aura of puzzled fear pulses through the floor, underneath my feet. Confusion, guilt and sorrow.
All so familiar to me now.
A sigh of sadness escaped my lips as I wonder if some emotions would always make maturity fly to the horizon.
4 comments:
That was pretty well written. A bit sad, a bit dark, and overall good.
Okay, I may not know what you're talking about, but I think you captured your emotions pretty well ^_^
Sad and dark= theme of the month
Thank you, thank you.
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