Once upon a time. the violets grew from the outside of my porcelain mask, and I was alive to witness them.
We die. While we are alive, choose an invisible coffin to hide in until we are resurrected.I am afraid the more I die the harder it gets to resurrect me.
I have to write down the stories that happen in this day and age. unique as any other in your time and period, and tomorrow is over.
Feathers fly with broken hearted passengers afloat between the buildings .
Head to dirts' perspective clouds and metal sky that used to kill things.
broken hands climb the towers and melt into the ceiling.