Obverse transit, belittled habitats into more transient ovals. Movements are slow, maximize your output in the society of broken memories. The sinking and solemn gloom for the conflict that had come long before. Regrets have their passionate flare, then fizzle from a brief period of agony. It bleeds out in a constant spew of truth, making for the coming breakthrough of prosperity. The light is finally in view, it smiles and graciously caresses the faces of the patients who stay productive even inside the storm. It hurts only for awhile, it will begin to fade away during the rain.
Contributor- Chris Ballenger