The Shallow Diary, Day 13
JUNE 1st-
The sky covered in the haze of memory, Our cities a thing of the past. We are all alone together, for however long it lasts. The time we had feels wasted, Our hubris knew no bounds. Now we are afraid of every shadow, frightened by every sound. The future lay ahead of us, The uncertainty of surviving for long. We must raise our heads from our chests, and let our courage and hope make us strong.
JUNE 1st-
The sky covered in the haze of memory, Our cities a thing of the past. We are all alone together, for however long it lasts. The time we had feels wasted, Our hubris knew no bounds. Now we are afraid of every shadow, frightened by every sound. The future lay ahead of us, The uncertainty of surviving for long. We must raise our heads from our chests, and let our courage and hope make us strong.