@deusautem | ( … )
- Like an assault rifle.
“ Less violent. ”
If she knows one thing, it was that the mind lacked depth perception. Not the kind that tells you where to place your foot, but the kind that tells you when to stop talking. The kind that puts miles between a seat on a bench and feet planted firmly on the ground some ways away. That sees him standing there but wonders if he’s still around at all.
- Like an unmarked tombstone.
“ Less morbid. ”
Even their conversation was as much of a balloon at the end of a ribbon string, weightless,meaningless, just out of reach. It didn’t really matter that they were looking at the same sky when they saw different things. ( Well, maybe if she squints. )
It didn’t matter what they saw as long as they weren’t being asked to think or feel.
- Like momentary freedom.
“ Less abstract. ”
She doesn’t even bother looking at this point because clouds were clouds and neither of them were going anywhere. Conversation-wise, and also because Nahui decided earlier she didn’t feel like walking anymore.
- Like you’ll be needing an umbrella.
“ What? ”
- Looks like it’s going to rain.
Evidence of his remark sits on the far left in the blue sky, encroaching center stage from its dwelling in her periphery. On the far right if only she was high up enough and looking down. The cloud lacks the weightlessness that makes it ignorant that makes it blissful that makes it better off dead. ( “ Oh. ” if he was listening hard enough, or at all. ) Her arm goes slack halfway as she’s reaching skywards, as if she had only recognised the futility of it too little too late. Nahui could never make a dent in the sky.
“ I’ll take my chances. ”
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