Chasing the sun through the storms to catch sight of our reflections giving to us by the moon.

Overcome? It was pretty much devastating raining down from the skies, storms that had soaked up all of our combustible pressure,  the clouds carrying our corpses whilst being slowly lit up by the thunderous knowledge of the final breaths of the fallen,

Vanquish the thoughts we will make it past the horizon with more then our dignity intact, follow the cowering sun as it descends into nothingness before hastily chasing the moon to catch a final glimpse of our reflection in the lights of the cities below,

It’s in the night we finally get to breathe, but we are begging for just a single ounce of sleep, the weight of the consequences are waiting in the wings, but we are the flightless and we know nothing but falling. 


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