DdNico

we've built a world that's bound to die, the sky comes falling every night and the birds knock at the door to ask if the sun will rise tomorrow. the nights are cold and sit in breathless anticipation; the stars wink the moon weeps, and the rain that falls sounds like autumn crying. there's smoke in the sky and the atmosphere is breathing death. we sacrifice our sorrows for the promise of sleep and together we wait to see if the world ends or begins tomorrow (again).