I breathe air thick with remembrance. Thin clouds of regret fill my lungs with the shape of lazy tendrils. Pools of pristine sapphire, with the placidity of aspic, litter the ground. Frozen scrying sheets of the most beautiful images imaginable to me. I feel a trickle of liquid gold remembrance in my midbrain as my eyes slide over the glassy surfaces.
I feel my head throb from the deafening silence of this place. I place a palm to my temple and continue moving through these caverns of lost time. I try to outrun the cloying sensation in my lungs. I feel the brine of an ocean of longing scald my ribs when I cough.
1:14 a.m. - 2014-08-01
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