Sanity, solitude and self

To escape the pressure of his thoughts his words rolled down her legs and left her with a feeling of none, and a year of deliberate solitude.

But our desires have always been our truths and so their places as road-safe, happy wanderers were secure. Signs along the way confuse them so she goes where she is, sometimes finding his words but mostly she finds a feeling of none.

Unnamed and colourless, she shoves away any feelings she knew before, for an affair with a feeling of none.

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