A hiding place where I plant my [nonsensical] thoughts, water my dreams, and harvest more insights.
Tuesday, November 11, 2014
Brevity #4: Breath
As we lay here in the dark. I watched your chest rose and fell with every breath. It felt like watching a clock ticking, by the second. Inhale. Tick. Exhale. Tock.
Every movement a reminder of your leaving.
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