Jun 1, 2020
“could Icarus have ridden the wind , had he not tried so hard to flap his wings ?” the breeze of the sector five slums always smelled vaguely of machine oil , keeping his nose puckered every moment he stood beneath it’s plate . but now , the aroma was more of a comfort than anything . four years and nothing had changed , children still played on the abandoned scrap piled up amongst the dirt , the church still radiated a sort of glow, and she still stood inside ; tending to her flowers .
“how was that ? sounded pretty mature right ?” he announced, finally revealing himself from behind the run down wooden doors . probably would have been better to open with an apology , he pondered , he never was great with reunions . @rainheal