The sunset was vibrant today. Moreso than yesterday and the day before. Maybe even more than tomorrow.
She wondered what beast would emerge from today’s actions. She often wondered how to differentiate between possibility and probability. What was to come was anyone’s guess. But her eyes were drooping. She took out a quarter and flipped it. Her destiny was now determined.
Categories: Culture, mental health, photography, Psychology, society, writing prompt
psychologistmimi 
iT WaS A DarK AnD DusTY DaY GodzillAsKeYeS HoRiZoN OrangE HuE
Hehe.. i was Speechless
too tired after 5 Hours
Of Dance And Exercise
To Reply
Had to
Sleep
On this
Poem to
Come Up With This..;)
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Very intriguing because all that you do not reveal. Don’t know whether to imagine a fierce dragon who has just laid the eggs of the next generation, or to take from this a more general feeling of foreboding and dread. The dying sun and the demon about to be born. I would continue reading, to find out.
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