Observations (ÍÍÍÍ)

Serene I feel. calm The breeze touches my skin gently I hear the sounds of car passing I smell the smog from their exhausts Am I an exhaust? A machine created to push out oxygen as fast as possible without concerns for the world around me

The birds chirp The flutter of wings Tweets left and right Conflict Who would have thought? Thought what? Who would have thought the world would cure the virus it created But they didn't...

The piano keys vibrate Hollow in tone The car grumbles The sun coasts onto the earth Past the oceans drop

I wonder who sits and watches the world burn The Alpha The Omega

Or I