A lonely wave. An isolate sun. A glazed view. This is how I saw the world.

My eyes were corrupt with images of pain, an influence which could only be escaped with a trip six feet under. This was not who I was- this was solely who I had became over countless years under this influence. It was a power unlike any other; it consumed all it touched, and all it consumed it altered.

A flower once vibrant would droop and wilt. A blazing flame would dull down to ashes. A fierce wave would become the size of a tear drop, slowly flowing down some strangers flushed cheek. This flush would be stolen, and would drip down the face onto the icey floor- the colour forever lost to the wind of change .

This was once a home- now it's a wasteland, not dissimilar to a scrapyard or a landfill. The sky's clouds had dimmed to a grey, the grassland had changed to the desert, and the tear had turned to stone.

Yet, here I remained... strange really. Out of everyone, the athletes, scientists, doctors... I was one of few who remained. I, a ordinary introvert, remained while the world ended. I, an unknown stranger, remained as the world fell apart. I, a school dropout, remained as everyone and everything else crumbled down to ashes. I remained while the world breathed its last breath.There may be others like me, standing alone amid the end of times feeling like they were the only person left. That's how I felt... it was impossible to know the truth.

Yet, still I remained, while the world crumbled and the light faded into a scarlet night.

#empty #alone #mysterious #strange #ordinary

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