Sep 2019
The interior union footprints
After the war: I. Nothing is left.. I walk upon ashes and grays as far as my eye could see. Even the rivers run gray and black. My nose runs and runs. As I wipe it with my sleeve I leave behind blackness that has filled the atmosphere.
I walk to nowhere: II. I wander toward nowhere. I drop all my weapons to the ground. I'm forever done fighting. I am now on an aimless hope of finding death. Hopefully it will not be painful. I can feel my lungs heavy. As I begin to cough up death itself. It should not be long now.
Blankets of shadow: III The sun cannot push through the blankets of shadow that now fill the sky. I miss the sunlight. I cannot remember what a sunny day looks like. All my memories are in gray and black. Even my happy ones.
Black grass: IV The grass is dead. And what is left is stained black. No more sunlight for the grass. Only chemical rains.
Drinking the gray: V I drink the gray river water. Its all that is left. I know that this water will start to color our oceans gray as well as my insides.
The world is dead: VI I think the world is dead. There are truly no signs of anyone. Nothing. Only the dead lying on the ground. Human and animal alike.. Nothing noghtin nighthghg i deat h found me.. CAN'T BREATHE......................................................
Gasp! Inhale! VII I awake to the sound of me gasping for air. I open my eyes and see light! Light trails on the ground!
The light trails VIII I stand up and see these light trails tracing the dead ground with life. The trails are moving it seems. Getting longer. In front of me is a being. And where it stands leaves behind a foot print of light and turns the grass green. It begins to walk and infect the dead lands with life. Even the air is clearing up. There are thousands of them it seems. Maybe even millions of them. They look like stars on the ground. Could the stars have fallen and begin to walk around. Or are these angels?
A second chance IX It took only a day to bring back all the color. All of the ashes were gone. No signs of us ever doing anything wrong to eachother. I saw my enemy rise from the dead in front of me. Only this time instead of a fist I held out an open hand.
The interior union footprints X Life restored anew. This is more than a second chance. This is a new beginning. But why? What believed in us so much that it would bring us all back. Our world is restored. No signs of any type of damage done to our beautiful planet. The rivers were pure and the oceans were full of life. I begin to simply ask myself. IS THIS HEAVEN INSTEAD?
The interior union footprints
#interior #union #footprints
After the war: I. Nothing is left.. I walk upon ashes and grays as far as my eye could see. Even the rivers run gray and black. My nose runs and runs. As I wipe it with my sleeve I leave behind blackness that has filled the atmosphere.
I walk to nowhere: II. I wander toward nowhere. I drop all my weapons to the ground. I'm forever done fighting. I am now on an aimless hope of finding death. Hopefully it will not be painful. I can feel my lungs heavy. As I begin to cough up death itself. It should not be long now.
Blankets of shadow: III The sun cannot push through the blankets of shadow that now fill the sky. I miss the sunlight. I cannot remember what a sunny day looks like. All my memories are in gray and black. Even my happy ones.
Black grass: IV The grass is dead. And what is left is stained black. No more sunlight for the grass. Only chemical rains.
Drinking the gray: V I drink the gray river water. Its all that is left. I know that this water will start to color our oceans gray as well as my insides.
The world is dead: VI I think the world is dead. There are truly no signs of anyone. Nothing. Only the dead lying on the ground. Human and animal alike.. Nothing noghtin nighthghg i deat h found me.. CAN'T BREATHE......................................................
Gasp! Inhale! VII I awake to the sound of me gasping for air. I open my eyes and see light! Light trails on the ground!
The light trails VIII I stand up and see these light trails tracing the dead ground with life. The trails are moving it seems. Getting longer. In front of me is a being. And where it stands leaves behind a foot print of light and turns the grass green. It begins to walk and infect the dead lands with life. Even the air is clearing up. There are thousands of them it seems. Maybe even millions of them. They look like stars on the ground. Could the stars have fallen and begin to walk around. Or are these angels?
A second chance IX It took only a day to bring back all the color. All of the ashes were gone. No signs of us ever doing anything wrong to eachother. I saw my enemy rise from the dead in front of me. Only this time instead of a fist I held out an open hand.
The interior union footprints X Life restored anew. This is more than a second chance. This is a new beginning. But why? What believed in us so much that it would bring us all back. Our world is restored. No signs of any type of damage done to our beautiful planet. The rivers were pure and the oceans were full of life. I begin to simply ask myself. IS THIS HEAVEN INSTEAD?
The interior union footprints
#interior #union #footprints
