I’m a sideways glance, distorted light’s reflection, out-of-frame sequences, scattered drops from a cut finger, a shouldn’t have and a mustn’t have. Let’s GO.
This flickering flame of ours small the wick just so long so short it’s going to burn down too quickly confined lit elsewhere in time but no longer ours
♓
Share
Never miss a story from Everything Comes, when you sign up for Medium. Learn more