The skyscraper rose from the depths of the trench, churning and parting mud and stone and metal grinding sharp until it reached its highest point and all those around the world could see it. The skyscraper had no entrance, no exit, no stairwell, no elevator,
Antonio Watson
“I know it is dark,” he said as he mindlessly looked around the dim environment.
“But see — the sky is getting a tiny bit more blue. Give it some time,” his arm now on my shoulder surrounding me, “and the sun will rise. It will be another day.”
The skyscraper rose from the depths of the trench, churning and parting mud and stone and metal grinding sharp until it reached its highest point and all those around the world could see it. The skyscraper had no entrance, no exit, no stairwell, no elevator,
“I know it is dark,” he said as he mindlessly looked around the dim environment.
“But see — the sky is getting a tiny bit more blue. Give it some time,” his arm now on my shoulder surrounding me, “and the sun will rise. It will be another day.”