IT ALL ENDS HERE
We don't hear what we listen to. Only a few words pop out at us, this is good because the unknown is better.
The hole is an optical hole with force fields of fire bent and curved with cool blue lines that lay in the dirt the fly lands on. Tiny particles soft to the touch like a velvet wall. The cracked serpent appears as the desert sand with one-foot step this appearance is real. As the lily pad barely bends in the hurricane, or was it a tornado? Who knows what the spider in the pink house saw as her web was shattered and broken? The scattered remains floated across what was left of the room. In the window seal a single piece of glass remains, numbering the lives left. Extinct we now are for the one left died of confusion like the world.
Wow. That is some interesting writing. They musta had the good stuff. Who wrote that?
ReplyDeleteI wrote it I have a lot of strange writings like this one that I will be posting.
ReplyDeleteRead it last night. Pretty cool, post moar!
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