300 Days of Writing
Day 120 Confusion:
When they ate the juttle bug plant their minds were warped into time itself. They sat, waiting for the pass to come, for the sign from god herself, but the longer they waited the longer time grew.
Time was an effervescent coagulation of emotion and objections. It was a contradiction, moving fast, taking space, slowing down. They only thing they had left when time had finished them was the dirt between their toes.
Сайхан Бичээрэй!
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