Renegadetourist

Outside my house 7:31 am

In Feeling of the moment, Poetic prose, Writing on 2011/02/13 at 17:02

The air is cold and the sky is a clear blue. A single streak of cloud, coloured pink by the rising sun, crosses the sky like a streamer. I’m walking home in the early morning, slightly drunk from the night’s escapades, my knee is hurting and i hold a bag full of bottles, that i “borrowed” from a party, in one hand. It is a beautiful morning but now it’s time to sleep.

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