19 April 2012
He runs. Jungles bounded on all sides. Time claiming it's victory. Forests burning. He runs.
Listen, quiet, still. She is stardust she is earth. Hidden.
A night bird screams in defiance. Safe up high. And still he runs. He runs from nothing, toward everything.
The ghastly centre of her, Old and broken down. He stops. Time claim's it's victory.
She is stardust she is earth.
The Burden of Time • Opuss № I