Creative Writing

Passing Through

Our desires on the edge of perception, the fearless hide their inhibition. The tears fall unseen. The pain of redemption is so poignant; the push is inexplicable. Soon, these days will become forgotten, nothing more than a sensation in the back of our minds. Time is closing; it is dwindling in the blink of an eye.

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