There are flowers blooming in a long forgotten garden with dead soil and skeletons 6 ft under.
There is a thunder in a still air where time has long been frozen.
There is a dark red flow in a dry riverbed, thumping, thumping, keeping my heart thumping.
There is a breath of fresh air in a toxic toxic atmosphere and it smells of you.
There is finally laughter in a dead silent room, it is raining down my cheeks and I am the one laughing.