202013

The Day Before

There used to be a time when rain would heal deep wounds and bring comfort to the land; when the sun was not so unforgiving. Its hard to imagine that at one point in time the earth was soft enough to rest tired bones yet strong enough to be the foundation of entire civilizations.

Even at a young age it was hard to dream about a land less arid, less toxic; the elders told me it was because my eyes were not yet old enough to see miracles, but even now my eyes lack the skill. A greener Earth is not a miracle, however, it is a fantastical fact that was forgotten long ago.

I live in an age where we hunt for the phantoms of prophecies because there is no future and only whispers of how life could have been.