O n g o i n g - D o o m s d a y ; . . . ;

Where?

To the ends of the Earth, if you'll have me.

When?

Since the initial moment my thoughts, entangled in eternity, crossed paths with yours.

From the surface it rises, wide like a breath but narrow like a vision - the wonder to swell dwindles. Orbs would scintillate if their functions called for it.

And with winds of maximum proportions they die like short gusts, calling to another breath of flames.

Sweet, smoky flames that dance like memories of yesterday.
Sweet, smoky flames that dance like hopes of tomorrow.

That dance like the flames in the cavity at each convulsion of existence.

Life to be.

Live for me.

<3 ~ Monty.
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