Float To the Moon

[But as it turns out it makes no sense so let's shut down and put the lights out]



Fire.
Mangled and distorted.
Kid couldn't see. Crying. Hurting.
I put her out of her misery.
Turned her to dust and let the wind carry her.
Said a few words. Kept walking.
I wish I could've done more.

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location: Union Square Park

[You're what happens when two substances collide, and by all accounts you really should have died]



I never understood it much,
But watching people play chest always makes me calm.
You can see their minds working through their faces.
If you tried to break the intensity it almost feels like the pieces would crumble to dust.

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