The air in my lungs escape in one fluid wisp. The gravity of the world sucks me into its core and all of me is both weightless and plumiting getting denser by the millisecond. The time isn't told by my watch, but by the change in color of the sun light in the coloided clouds.
As my body is limp and pale and useless against gravity, it's also aware. Everything is heightened and more real than reality. The humidity of the clouds feel like a tsunami against my skin. The cold of the morning chills are icicles stabbing my back. The air is the blanket that won't save me.
The rocks are feathers.
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An Endless Love
RomanceDylan and Alex are maddly in love with each other. The two plan to grow old together and witness life's rollercoaster with their fingers clutching one another, however while on their first vacation to the mountains together, something goes completel...
