Josan

Two suns hung low in the sky, letting up its brutal summer heat over the land below. The alien landscape was filled with green and purple from the forest below. Mountains seemed to jut out like knives from beneath the trees, towering over their humble beginnings. The only mark of civilization was a rather impressive city spreading out from the base of the tallest mountain. Buildings towered over the forests below, some standing alone while others were carved into the mountains themselves. People walked to and fro, finally leaving their havens of air conditioning. Hover taxis floated silently above the pavement, waiting cheerfully for the ne

When there is no boundary, where will you go? Will you see the land? Will you feel the heart of the world for a beating pulse? For this emptiness knows no limit, but is not as hollow as the confusion I feel. Have you left because she is lost? Or is she already dying?

Shall we do the fatal dance? We listen to the waltz of time, Beating incandescently on and on, with no end in sight. Toiled through days and longer nights, You eat away, at the faces of every man, woman, and child, until they turn to dust, and fall off the line. New feet dangle on and off- the lack of footing- never getting a real taste, of the very air around them. Those who wary off the line, are forever DEAD. Whether still breathing, or never waking again. So as our bones, start to shake on the line. Just think of all the people, standing in thin air on the sides… Living until they get dropped.

Begin, Two hearts. Beat. Startatonce Racing forward. Pulling back. Gears of life. The picture lingers less. Shows more. Pumping life until it is still. Wasting another variable. In Stationary Motion.