22 year old with an awful lot to say about everything. Opinions entirely my own unless I expressly say otherwise.
The earth was ripe and span through the dark into spring and summer, ice and heat and life and death. And among the canopies and storms lived the men and women of the land.
If you lean back far enough into the water, gravity claims you. I flex my ankles against the taps and lie there, floating, staring up at the hum of the light switch and the white of the ceiling. I can’t rinse away the cold.