The unnerved feeling as i made my way up the flight of stairs to peer off the edge. Into the blue, my eyes wandered. Shimmering with ripples of a cycle of colours, illuminating the dark crevices in the back of my mind.
The horizon stretches tight across the equator like the lamb skin on an African drum. Taut and fraying, the world holds its shape.
The still silhouette of the land beyond; a stain on the pristine canvas of the skies above.
Erratic Behaviour
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