The May air deluged through his spectral skin, and we remained on the concrete sharing our meager dinner. The horizon billowed into a drab blue the longer we refused to face each other, and the sweat caked to us like the unwanted grass betwixt the pavement. We just wanted to watch. This journey had me reaffirm what I wanted, to be a phantom. To disengage. To relinquish my need to be seen. Eventually, we stayed to admire even the clouds settling into their ephemeral forms, becoming wisps of drifting white paint, and as I looked back at him, I could recognize only the phantom, and no one else.
We’re Just Here for the Bad Guys
05.12.20 — BrianVanLau
The May air deluged through his spectral skin, and we remained on the concrete sharing our meager dinner. The horizon billowed into a drab blue the longer we refused to face each other, and the sweat caked to us like the unwanted grass betwixt the pavement. We just wanted to watch. This journey had me reaffirm what I wanted, to be a phantom. To disengage. To relinquish my need to be seen. Eventually, we stayed to admire even the clouds settling into their ephemeral forms, becoming wisps of drifting white paint, and as I looked back at him, I could recognize only the phantom, and no one else.
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