Scribble

Summer came again today, another attempt at making it stick. I ran through hordes of people; where do they all come from when it thaws? I ran and ran until I fell over myself. The conversations were the same but you weren't in them. At least the miles beat the questions out of them.

New faces appear on the screen, all smiles and promise. You take it all with mountains of salt, ward off dehydration. Set your words aside. It'll all catch up with you eventually.