raindropreads
They're all around, entangling, strangling, thickening. They blot out the sunlight. I sink deeper and deeper, and they close around me.
Darkness.
1..2..3..
Light.
They're moving away.
A face appears.
Maybe I wasn't so far gone after all.
Endless displays, on and on and on. The golden color moves in waves, though there isn't water for miles.
I sit there, on the side. Looking, waiting. Hoping. Maybe something will happen. Something beautiful. Something like the amber sprouts of wheat peaking out of the ground.
The bricks lay around, on the street. Creating new piles, from piles that once were. They had been sturdy, sure, together. Now falling nonchalantly. Ever falling. Moving into a position forever considered the rubble and ruins of a war.
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