Tomorrow When Your Sun Got Stoned
𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙒𝙊𝙍𝙇𝘿 𝙄𝙎 𝙁𝙐𝙇𝙇 𝙊𝙁 𝙉𝙊𝙄𝙎𝙀 𝙄𝙎𝙉'𝙏 𝙄𝙏?
Tomorrow...
A moment caught, broken. Someone filmed me once,
on the street, unknowing.
The reel spins forward,
a hundred years. A face, my face, flickering in the frame.
Did they see the weight behind my eyes?
The unspoken?
The ache I carried alone?
Old film haunts me. Men, women, children.. all dust now.
Their laughter, their silence,
the marks they left, if any.
Did they love? Did they know the fire would die so soon?
So... what's to become of us?
The Sun turns to stone, the wheel of days spins as it always has. Each morning born to die. A soft violence, unremembered.
Silence is not for sale. Time is short, life shorter still.
Leave the masks for others, for those who will not see.
This is for the Sun. For the fire.
For what remains when the dream slips away.
This is Andrea Ev sending off from Mac.Ohm.Earth.
Until next time.
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