Author: taylor.thompson1013

he was sort of in a daze “maybe it’s god” the road said and little whists of mist came swirling out the crowd tore his gaze for a moment struck by the sense of awe there was a longing in the eyes he saw people they were being saved by some divine power a little…

burning the whole forest down was five people dancing around the bonfire shuffling to the side singing he didn’t understand it these people at the bunker have surely noticed by now “who’s up there?” ”we want to invite you to joint us in our praises to nature and the spirits”

some spots were nothing but holes a far cry from where he’d grown up before everything changed at dawn i’d go to the stream.

where the smoke had grown the heat surged out in waves the wind didn’t matter the temperature was so hot it felt as if his skin might melt his eyes felt as if they were being baked he tried to force tears but there was nothing.

i had a perfect day and you and i were running for the sun you liked the world being empty and i lost any desire for a perfect day

a spark of humor could make the seconds go far for a long time when it made a real smile