Untitled (#2)

Travis Boatright
Jan 22 · 1 min read
Photo by Mathew Schwartz on Unsplash

I forgot it was cold outside.

With tenacity, I held on as we time warped under the Earth’s crust.

Time is nothing while being transported. It’s out of your hand, in the hands of a timed machine.

Emerging from the mantle, I remembered it was cold outside.