a short story thing, it means what you think it means Options

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i press it hard against the asphalt. these bold colors blend in too well, forming a spirit of their own, an illusion of paint.

i feel the suface. smooth, but your clumsy fake scent lingers. my mind was broken as i'm reminded. i cringe. the color stains my hand with their forceful pigment.
i chalked your name harder. fricton. clash. a constellation of feelings build inside of me.
i pressed harder. tension.
a whole waterfall can drop down and attempt to wash it away, but your name is where my eyes meet.
your name has always been illuminated like chicago's marquee lights. livly. beautiful.
you're seen in my eyes. my lips talk of your name that can be spelled out on my lips. the ringing in my ears can describe your repetitive sounds.

i take a step back, inhaling my breath. exhale.

this is my touch you feel and these are my memories in your atmosphere.