Good Morning. A wave of flesh over a drowning garden, a stale sea and fire over charcoal.
'I am death the destroyer of worlds' a doubly inept concept I must say.
"How stout good sport" he said, "See to it I am taken care of when I sleep. Alright, thank you."
Opera. I hear Opera. Wait... OPERA?!?!? The song of my breath is that of sorrow and brevity...
...SING!!!!. Sing a letter to my clean Earth. Please keep singing.-I was sobbing now. "The sound is all I have, please..." I said that bit aloud, but to whom? I know not to whom. The Opera? Opera... Orchestra... Ballet...
Thoughts fade. Just like friends from my silver paradise, they all fade to the Sea. And as I breathe in the soothing sense of sound, as I plead for it to never end, I realize it must. And in that same moment of realization, I... Awaken.
