escapril day 6 and 7ish |
Description: let’s make it personal. i’d spend whole summers with my window wide open and bonfire oozing through the bugscreen. nights and shadows went on forever. there’s lines in books where teenagers reflect on their youth but i was entirely unaware. and i can go back there, sometimes – to the budding and and electric air – but it can only be conjured from scratch. only sticks in that fickle way the past takes residence, bird in cupped hands, potential energy sparking beneath the flash of the moment. when it returns it’s never the same. smells different. sometimes robin. sometimes blue jay. can’t grab hold ‘cause it’ll break. so i leave it, content in the knowledge it’ll come if i call, if now is too much, if i need to remember the feeling of beginning. sometimes i shiver and know it’s near. escapril info: https://www.instagram.com/p/Bt8MAWBg-LT/ prompt list: https://www.instagram.com/p/BueGczsBFpg/ follow me: website: http://www.savbrown.com twitter: http://www.twitter.com/savannahbrown instagram: http://www.instagram.com/savbrown goodreads: http://bit.ly/2G4Sjpl order my novel THE TRUTH ABOUT KEEPING SECRETS: amazon UK: http://amzn.to/2u16lDK amazon US: http://amzn.to/2G3Kctd book depository: http://bit.ly/2IxYa4P or my poetry collection GRAFFITI: amazon UK: http://amzn.to/2HDN7pB amazon US: http://amzn.to/2IzEMo7 
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