Pikstories

There she ran like time - boundless; the Sun chased her  As he drew closer, she unrestrained herself - enough for him to feel loved and for her to feel free A miscalculated distance left his embers for her Did she not feel the warmth?

The mundanity is gonna strike again, sooner or later. The once cajoled mind is gonna throw fits of withdrawal. Multiple feats at hand to vent, Chooses that one part of childhood memory, neatly stashed, to relive unbent.  #attic   #boardgames