The light never fully fades from the distant horizon across this spectacular badland, and if I tilt my head a certain way I can see two shadows huddled together just off centre in my left eye.
In the background of everything I still hear the calls of the long black figure the has never ceased in its following of my thought.
So I hold myself tightly and pray to a nothingness that this left eye never gives up on me like all else did.
In the background of everything I still hear the calls of the long black figure the has never ceased in its following of my thought.
So I hold myself tightly and pray to a nothingness that this left eye never gives up on me like all else did.