The sun is setting, they say it might never rise again.
Do you believe them?
Is the world really coming to an end?
I can still feel the warm rays on my skin. I can’t forget them.
What if it really never rises again?
What if tomorrow will be cold?
We’re unprepared for this apocalypse. The doubts of it’s coming kept us warm.
This nights darkness seems darker.
The air seems thick with death.
Impending ending. Solace in your arms. Trying to keep our blood warm.
Sitting. Waiting. Hoping. Praying. Similarly drowning in uncertainty.
Should we keep holding on, blood warm, hearts pumping…