We sit alone for a while in a field of colorless buildings, breathing in the smell of manufactured air. Breezes open our lungs so wide that we burst into flames of fatigue.

We stare into each others eyes, not wondering of what the day is to bring, only slipping into each others minds. As the dewy forest smell of green extincts, we lose grip of the concrete ground built atop the soil mound. The clutter of words fade off. Fingers glide across the softness of your cheek. Forget what it means to speak.

Lay down here beside me, friend, on this desert land surrounded by everything but trees. The blades of glass *****, the deep darkness sleeps, as your eyes shutter in exhaust and vision slowly drifts away. The sounds of ambulances, breaks, moving feet.

We drown into the motionless air. Tomorrows home will never be here.