Vemodalen strikes as continue to snap picture after picture
Day after day
Sunset after sunset
It all begins to look the same
The same as their picture
Two nights before
And no one really seems to understand
So you pick up on exulansis
And continue to snap pictures
In hopes they will be different
Liberosis piles up inside you because it doesn't matter
It doesn't matter so why should you care
Nodus tollens sucks the desire to do anything
Realizing your plot even confuses you
How can your story mean anything
To anyone.
And maybe you can take pictures in the middle of the empty meadow.
But would it be safe with the storm approaching?
In a selectric mood
Who really cares
About the safety of it?
