How much static is there outside? You smell it before you see it; petrichor. In the hot summer air, it has made its way into the room, through the crack of the open window. It is never dark outside anymore, only light and the shift between today and tomorrow.
"Time is a construct," some might say, and they are not wrong. How long ago was it since it rained last time?
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PoetryEverything is in shambles, but that's just how it is with nonsense writings. It contains (very) short stories, poetry, and just words in general that are strung together and might or might not hold some meaning. Basically anything my sleep deprived...
