leave out all the restYoure standing at the edge of something you wish wouldnt exist and youre not looking down because if you did, it would exist and everything wrong would exist. If you looked down, your rationale would kick in and you wouldnt be able to face yourself. So you dont.
Youre standing there, thinking about how weird it is that theres nothing physical keeping you from the fall that waits behind you. Because you dont know how else to react, you decide its funny how the only thing maintaining the barrier between you and falling is some small part of your brain that couldnt be bigger than your fist. Your eyes find your knuckles and they try to count each crease magnified by the white of the day; but then, the creases begin to blur and your eyes begin to burn and your stomach reacts to the clenching of your chest and you feel so stupid. Your conscience would never admit to being wrong,
collideStagnant air weaves between your fingers; gets caught in your hair. It dreads the same event you do, except youve decided to stop running.
Ahead are alien buildings ravaged by time, for time has learned to be cruel. The sky can feel the implosion of your insides, the chemical reaction at the edge of your throat. So, it sends you fuel: it becomes reckless and grey, forcing enough water to the earth to contradict the season.
hero3010. The skys complexion is blanched. The air is aged; the scent of death wrinkles it. But there is hope. A tired but persistent sun rises routinely, and the sky is beginning to tint, as if it were blushing.
Anti-Renaissance lingers. Buildings of every kind sport graffiti. The streets are grey and littered with the treasures of another time: clothing scraps, frail friendship bracelets, photographs of smiling people. They smile, the people in the pictures, but it is an empty promise. They smile, and it is all the proof we need of how blind they werehow their silly faith in the heart of men prevented them from seeing an obvious omen. It is in the nature of men to abuse power. Those people in the pictures shouldve known a war was imminent.
3010. Though we are rebuilding our homes, we are collapsing our beliefs. Innova