Nov 13, 2017
7 billion trees cut down per year, billions more wait, solemnly alive. 7 billion humans livingâ gone, in one day? I can only imagine a quiet last day, if luck allows, with loved ones. Sleep the day away, enjoy each othersâ spaces, eat good foodâ homecookedâ drink horrible wineâ good wineâs expensive. Share those dreams that will always be reality in my dreams, and now remembered in our memoriesâ the most eternal reality of them all. One last song of clinked wine glasses, laughter, and cheers.
thoughtandforgotten, writing prompt #70: Hypothetically speaking, make believe it is the last day of what we call home, Earth. What would be your thoughts? How would you spend it? What would be your background soundtrack?
