22:43
The rock vibrates beside me,
barely noticeable, barely real,
but heightened senses see the signs,
having expected it for far too long
to miss the beginning of a crack.
Fiction and poetry writing, recapturing the muse.
22:43
The rock vibrates beside me,
barely noticeable, barely real,
but heightened senses see the signs,
having expected it for far too long
to miss the beginning of a crack.