/lit/ - Literature

Their tall stature stretched to the starry heavens, as if in search of an uncertain flight, and their heart of stone seemed to beat in the center of the earth, into a deep and slow imperceptible movement to my being weak. They were talking as timeless spirits, in a secret that my conscience bothered to attend the tribulations of these dumb creatures. I felt myself shamefully noisy, living in too rich accents of my life young and slender.