Chapter 1
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“No” he looked up, the heat sticking to his face sulking into a small decay, in his utter surprise. His face decimated into a scared little boy feeling so much inside only revealing empty shock, he ran forward slipping unto the sand only waking to his eyelashes sediments under the ribs of his sockets, looking up around folding his forehead into dashes in creases. He inhaled deeply and let it go, picking himself up with every inch of strength he had, but now his eyes danced downwards leaving only it being up the feeling. Clean me. He immediately exclaimed calmly to himself, “It’s all I can give, for” This was the moment where the flower bloomed exquisitely the color that brings you joy. I can’t judge that, but even the blackest color would be shining brightly against the dark leaves of it’s surrounding growth. He shook his head tilting left smiling, you need this, he told the world. Growing into the branch the moment he envisioned branches extending from his fingertips in many twigs and twists leaning into the dust reaching the floor rooted beneath, “I brought all this”, he said looking up to the sky in a defying stare, before turning to hold his now sunken hand only revealing the mid surface and his wrist at this point. He brought all this to the world in return for being waken up. He was shimmering his breath breaking his voice to say the words it seems as though he was about to cry staying there but he wasn’t crying at all. It’s not the same without a customer’s guts being held in his hand then to hold another towards the sun and say see me to strive I place beyond the weak strides of others, he never needed confirmation, but this hurts. Climbing is all he was going to do, he was climbing a thick wall in the cliffside feeling as though it was on the floor below him. Feeling confused knowing gravity will take its toll if he misjudges this venture as an easy blow to knock him off the lane. I’ll bring it, he nodded, knowing this is what he really means for trying the best to. The burning sensation of reaching the top of the cliff for the flat surface only to feel like another wall, he knew this was true. The reason why no way he’ll be near satisfied even when he brings it. It’ll all be gone by then, the said blood going down his hands, the monsters laying In his eyes, the filling filtering all the blackened dot which is the borderline wall between him and the people he plays the truth game with. Feeling down his path, running in joy with the wind breaking his sweats away even towards the flashing sun, which shining unto his skin with a lighter presence than the upsetting shade frowned upon the shadows of his face. It’s here for a while he’ll stay until he finds someone else to black out and it does the sky goes black and you cannot see him or the sand anymore but the last feeling of watching his joyous form in a dance laying down in squinting his eyes blissfully closed his teeth open in happily smiling back to the sunlight covering him like a sheet of paper layered onto the designed ink by the lightest brink off the horizon you know it must be although all you last seen was his presence in a way you would never recognize just seeing how he was, is not who he is. Not even a few minutes ago or a moment in the bleak figure that had been it’s the now but he can let go so I guess you’ll never know and somebody seems like a terrible person here and it’s not going to be Pantonya because he’s under the sky.
