But the unseen was crazy beautiful and madly scary.
Despite its intensity, it left me at peace.
Crystal-winged butterflies cut through my stomach, spilling illicit emotions. My mind was diluted, my heart hungry for more. I was the road, the race, the rain, the thoughts train.
The sky was burning under the rainbow and I was thinking that love is not a promise nor is it eternal. Thinking that life and eros are one ethereal, eerie, transforming and flowing journey. That gave me an illusive sense of content.
All I really wanted was to run faster than myself.
the sky that day