Perspective
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The Calm
She walked over to the edge of the rooftop of the 15-story apartment complex where she lived. It was really dark, but I guess that’s the distinguishing feature of night. The stars above shone brighter today, right? Or she hadn’t been out much to notice their comparative brightness anyways. There was barely any movement below. Some cars passed by and people stepped out of them, walking into the building, but beyond that, even the birds dared not animate.
By Perspective8 months ago in Psyche
Quietly Slipping Away
With my head resting lightly on his chest, I inched even closer, craving the warmth of his embrace. I interlaced the fingers on my right hand with his left and gently rubbed his thumb with mine, as if seeking solace in the rhythm of his heartbeat. His chest rose and fell with a reassuring regularity, a lullaby that whispered comfort into my soul.
By Perspective8 months ago in Poets