The air has become dust, the colors I once saw when lifting my gaze are no longer the same.
Carbon and everything released from what we burn has blackened lungs and words
along with everything else.
I run.
Time seems to accelerate.
I want to disappear, to leave no traces behind.
To search for a distant place from which to watch our footprints slowly wear away and return to the whole.
Carbon and everything released from what we burn has blackened lungs and words
along with everything else.
I run.
Time seems to accelerate.
I want to disappear, to leave no traces behind.
To search for a distant place from which to watch our footprints slowly wear away and return to the whole.