Jun 11
One day you went out and the rain went upwards, and it was the color of alabaster, and it seemed you could see the sky dissolving into gray-black clouds of smoke as the sun set and died somewhere you can't see;
and you ran to your parents and told them it was coming and they looked terrified when they saw the ashes sifting up through the grass, up into the sky, and slowly painting everything in that pallid shade.
And in that time you saw the sun go out and turn to white and then black, and under that sky you would know that the world looks like white paper floating on a sea of Ink;
and the sound reversed in your ears to fill the vacuum of obliviate information.
just like this.sıɥʇ ǝʞıl ʇsnɾ
