Come with me, we'll walk into the ocean, until it bubbles over our heads. We'll keep walking.
We can watch the world self-destruct behind us.
Their glow-sticks, so blinding in the night outside, barely shine in the light; like a lamp, left on through the dawn.
I want to watch the world burn, only not.
Can I come with you? I'd like that.
ReplyDelete...Sure, why not.
ReplyDeleteWe'll be the last ones alive. And then, we'll be dead too.
We won't be the ones to save the Earth, but that's okay, the Earth will save itself. Of course the Earth will look quite different - we will all be dead.
ReplyDeleteBut until then we can sit at the bottom of a lake and compare notes on what it means to exist.
Andthenfuckitallwhocareswe'redead.
ReplyDeleteAnd then everything will be okay.
I've just discovered the fish at the bottom of the page. The blue one is my favourite.
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