El Camino freedom
Chasing summertime around
Listening to our
Intuitions as we cruise around this town
Passing the time like clouds or breezes flowing freely through our hands
Some seasons beg us for adventure
Endless smiles to be had
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Tortured Soul
The soul careened blindly through a void where it scraped against the walls of a narrow tunnel, amassing a cumulative friction that created all the heat the devil would ever need to torment it. There was no light at the end, not even a fire. From the bottom a cold wind blew, and the clash of extremities spawned vapors of terror in the deadened and numbed appendage that was this strange, delirious, drunken consciousness.
By C. Rommial Butler5 days ago in Fiction
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Memories of past summers for me as well. You are really having fun with that word known as 'eclipse'.
This made me smile! Loved your Acrostic!
Those were the days my friend .