Do you think the sun gets lonely up there?
All by itself in the wide open sky?
It never gets lonely
And it will tell you if you ask why
Here up in the bright vast sky
I watch people, places, things
They journey all day long
Until it is time for night
High above the chimneys, high above trees
Did you know that happiness floats?
Upon clouds with the breeze...
“But how can we know it wasn’t us? What if we were the ones who caused this? What if it was our fault?” He asked, unable to mask the despair in his voice.
She gazed up at him for a moment with pain in her eyes, and continued walking. Stepping over a pile of burning rubble, she called back to him, “It does not matter anymore. We are all that is left. You and me. Us. Together.”...
She let out a quiet sigh. Her hand grazed the uneven surface of the wooden table where many loud bouts of laughter had begun. She looked out the window at the leaves on the large oak tree gently swaying with the wind. Their large oak tree.
Her fingers ran into engravings on the wood, letters and shapes that the children had carved with pencils back when they were young. Barely old enough to know ...
Her mouth widened with a disturbing grin, revealing pointy white fangs. She threw her head back and laughed, shaking the floor of the room, as others sat in silence unsure whether they should continue watching out of admiration or be taking precaution. What kind of creature was this?
She quickly sat back down on the floor and looked inquisitively at the books set out in front of her....