In my world,
The Sun won’t shine like it used to be.
The Moon does not make an appearence due to anxiety.
Stars don’t fall for the reason they’re afraid of giving false hope to humanity.
As from where i stand,
The sky is coming for us,
bringing judgement from above.
Dear my parallel existence,
if you’re reading this could you tell me your world?
Apr 17, 2019
Apr 17, 2019 at 9:43 AM UTC
In my world,
The Sun won’t shine like it used to be.
The Moon does not make an appearence due to anxiety.
Stars don’t fall for the reason they’re afraid of giving false hope to humanity.
As from where i stand,
The sky is coming for us,
bringing judgement from above.
Dear my parallel existence,
if you’re reading this could you tell me your world?
