A bleached tin can, crushed by a hand that first quenched its third, spun in eternity, drifting between distant stars and lifeless plants. The beauty of the universe glimmered with every orbit of the sun, without a speck of sound. No whisper of wind past a vacant ear, drifting on the back of spring. Empty warmth froze on a fleeting nanosecond and bore beneath the skin, a chilling loneliness. A battalion of shallow husks, unbound from the earth and discarded into the boundless eternity of space. Eternal witnesses to days long past, stuck always on the bigger picture. No lungs to fill or hearts to beat, hands to hold. No laughter or the gentle kiss from a gentle wave against feet pressed into the cool sand…
This is yesterday's which I did on the bus while on the way home. This week is absolutely manic so am getting my object writing done wherever and however I can! Beautiful topic, loneliness.