Visitors in my headA Story by Jeannette Lunete
Rollercoasters in the sky. I force my steps to be my compass to an another loss of gravity.
I have sold sanity. Bathed my eyeballs in lost translations of lucidity. The grass was never slower at pushing my forehead to the underground. The taste of air in my lungs is melting side effects of polaroid outcasts. "Wake up Zou, it is Autumn."
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2 Reviews Added on October 22, 2015 Last Updated on October 22, 2015 AuthorJeannette LuneteAboutMiracles are a retelling in small letters of the very same story which is written across the whole world in letters too large for some of us to see. C. S. Lewis more..Writing
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