I like to taste each drop of iced air trickling down my throat,
Savour all the melodies carried in on the ancient wind.
I like to wish the coolness into my skin,
Feel the textures coursing through my pumping, purple veins.
I like to feel my heart beating against my heavy lungs,
As a sluggish second lengthens,
And I let go of the breath I took from the sky
Pouring them back into the silky breeze.
I like to enjoy how it feels to breathe.
About pasameerday
I haven't got a lot of time to keep you interested, so I'll be quick. I'm a writer from the UK, primarily of fantasy and sci-fi short stories, and occasionally of strange, nonsensical poetry. I like cats, the Sims, and pizza, and I go to sleep to the sound of a keyboard. I've been writing for my entire life; to be honest, I don't think I could ever bring myself to stop.
I have a feeling I'm losing you, so I'll bring this to an end before you slowly start to back up, hoping I'll stop talking long enough for you to make a quick getaway.
Wait... Where are you going?
Hey!
Wait!
...
Stop!!
Misthoughts and Wonderings 