remnant
I see the remnants of me in the shaded alleyways, the patches of dead grass, and the mysterious stain that seems to be etched into the sidewalk.Β
I hear the remnants of me in the snapped twigs far from the path, the hushed whispers in the library, and the uncertain footsteps echoing across the street.Β
I taste the remnants of me in the bitterness of onions, the regret of a burnt meal, and the impatience of eggs that donβt seem to cook fast enough.Β
I feel the remnants of me in the ripped upholstery of the seats on the train, the cold metal railing of the stairs, and the insistence of the tags in shirts.Β
I smell the remnants of me in the pervasiveness of freshly mown grass, the palpable sweetness of manufactured scents, and the sickening odor of an unwanted query.Β
I am the antithesis to your unwritten rules, crowded classroom seats, loud gathering spaces, and fun parties.Β
I am the shadows that follow your light, the darkness that seeps into your vision every time you blink, the space under your bed where monsters roam.Β
I am the remainder of what happens when defiance meets hesitation, when pink becomes blue becomes green, when a crime goes uncommitted.Β
I am a remnant.Β
Nothing more, nothing less.Β
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Wow amazing work like always. My favourite tumblr writer by far. Go check them out they write amazing pieces, and I've yet to find one that I haven't liked. π€ @defectivehero
