Locked in myself, deep within this nightmare of a landscape, I can't even open my eyes. The sky illuminates in an ocean of red tears as explosions send short ripples through the mountaintops. Despite the darkness, faces appear out of nowhere for brief moments of colour and chaos, shattering my belief in sight. With eyelids that bat like the wings of an eagle, I watch from the comfort of my seat, heavy-handed, hands held high, holding on for the ride of a lifetime spent.
War-torn wastelands pass from lens to the next, through memories, past echoes of intangible ideals. The shadows of fallen bullets dwarf those of accomplishments, and the stench invades our carriage with weapons and intent, both loaded. The course feels reckless, but I couldn't move if I wanted to; one finger at a time, one eyelid at a time.
Wheels turn like oil through plumbing as we swarm past empty stations, with no regard for schedules. We may leave a few people behind, but there's no sense in tears shed for those who can't conform to the speed that propels us. United we soar, with or without them. And without them we soar, eyes fixed on digression.
War-torn wastelands pass from lens to the next, through memories, past echoes of intangible ideals. The shadows of fallen bullets dwarf those of accomplishments, and the stench invades our carriage with weapons and intent, both loaded. The course feels reckless, but I couldn't move if I wanted to; one finger at a time, one eyelid at a time.
Wheels turn like oil through plumbing as we swarm past empty stations, with no regard for schedules. We may leave a few people behind, but there's no sense in tears shed for those who can't conform to the speed that propels us. United we soar, with or without them. And without them we soar, eyes fixed on digression.