389.

The rock inside my
heart is you, forcing vessels
to learn new channels.

388.

A cacophony
of motion, each desperate
to scream, "look at me".

387.

As the day wakens,
the sounds of life begin to
emerge and expand.

386.

The bouquet of ripe
flesh, coated in their sheens of
masked exposure, hangs.

385.

The day is bright with
the flash of people, dressed up
and posturing on.

384.

So much passion in
the air that breath's should spark to
life with each exhale.

383.

Only in death is
true serenity found in
the face of people.