i used to hear them, when i was 10, back then when i used to think "hmm that's loud" that must have been the first that i can recall hearing them, "them" like they are someone i know, like they are more than one, i can tell them apart as well as fibers from a single pulled yarn, if someone asked me which one out of them all is the most vibrant i could pull out the most noticeable fiber pluck it out and say "that one" but then the sun would set, the question would alter and the fiber dull in the pinch of their fingers as it translated from my grip...
An Over Exaggeration: Tearing Of Paper
Clamped with four finger tips, held up like a declaration sent by the nobles, with a gentle flick the firework explodes and the undoing begins, the mild thunder runs all the way down to the quickly separating two which was once only one, the rip opens up and the light catches the vision of the flake-remnants that float away accepting their fates further away from the place of devastation. So hypnotic. I notice as my eye balls throbs with the pulse of blood that runs in my face, drying out, overworked, immensely steady like never before, I notice...
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