'Subjective'

A flurry of ash.

You should have seen the way the shots were fired!

Tracer rounds were everywhere.

Then there was the snowstorm. You remember that weekend, that city? The scarf I improvised that day is wrapped about my left hand.

This is the only time I’ll ever mention names; ask Chris.

While you’re all sleeping, I spend time with our ghosts. It’s my job. They once called me ‘Guardian Angel’.

Sometimes ‘Devil’.

Another story.

It’s raining here, and so pretty, reminds me; all of you.

A kiss from the temple ’cross that desert.

A place I knew as Narayan.

'Subjective'

LazTotka

Joined February 2007

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