burn the edge

That night, the eyes ran away without a care, fearless is what they whispered. The ears followed the same path, muted, you could see them bewildered. After all, hands and tongue wouldn’t tolerate more time. They just gave up cowardly.

For hours and hours, the nose was the only necessary, the strongest. It was made for this, opportunities appeared among the smoke in the ashes, without end, as you can expect in a crowd of smokers.

The sun passed through those blinds that night. Soon, you will realize that smelling the clouds is the unique thing to keep breathing. You want to follow them, desiring no end.