SpencerMel - Hobbyist, Digital Artist | DeviantArt (original) (raw)

Literature

What Have We Done?

Time was slowly drifting away. It was a matter, a matter that is, of time. Before we would end up filled, to the brim if you must, in out own defiance. What once was, is no more. For we feel as though we must change, CHANGE. What was already here. Some days are blue, and some are green. Some days are purple, and some grey. Beautiful though this may be, the sight lies. What is beneath is something that we caused, yes us. We turned the grass from green to yellow. We turned the sky from blue to grey. We lost what we needed most, and for what? To say that "we" accomplished something? "We" have accomplished disaster. To