Your favorite distraction (nefarious) wrote,
Your favorite distraction

'what if this is all a test?'

the words flowed from her broken lips like molten glass from a blast furnace, produced and formed under intense pressures. I lay on the broken desert earth wrapped in my emotional chrysalis, not acknowledging her presence; any show of interest would only up the emotional ante. We were 2 hours from vegas, and an immeasurable distance from a copacetic environment. My only comfort was feeling the magnetism with the earth, yearning to rejoin my ultimate source and destination.
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