What a curious day, the sun beeming as if it saw the sky for the first time, the forest rusting with a silent melody
The creatures all residing withing their safety’s, the wind painting it’s portait among the waters edges
But not a human around, as if the rapture has happened, as if the world was only ever me
I look around, but no sense of humanity anywhere, only the distilled sounds of the breeze
I look and nothing around, my hands tremble with a fear and unease, as if I am being drowned
I sit under a shaded oak, and watch the empty roads, listen to the empty houses
Look at the empty cars, the empty lives
And sit with my empty tears
Jul 2, 2015
Jul 2, 2015 at 9:34 PM UTC
What a curious day, the sun beeming as if it saw the sky for the first time, the forest rusting with a silent melody
The creatures all residing withing their safety’s, the wind painting it’s portait among the waters edges
But not a human around, as if the rapture has happened, as if the world was only ever me
I look around, but no sense of humanity anywhere, only the distilled sounds of the breeze
I look and nothing around, my hands tremble with a fear and unease, as if I am being drowned
I sit under a shaded oak, and watch the empty roads, listen to the empty houses
Look at the empty cars, the empty lives
And sit with my empty tears
