My Random Writings

Burning Incense

Writing words in smoke, ashes falling, floating towards the ground.
A musky scent clinging to my hair.
Sweat dripping off my skin, as the thin wooden stick twirls through my fingers, crafting and painitng a unique art in the air.
Sucked in by the sounds of raindrops splattering against the gutter in a rythmic melody.
Harboring only the sweetest of memories, in days trapped forever in this light.