onesentencethought

In the gapping freeze of a deadly dark universe, deep down in the atmosphere of a lonely glimmering star, under the weight of heavily sagging skies, beneath the blackening of soggy fat clouds, dropped on the stiff surface of a cruelly spinning globe, on the grounds of frustration, in the land of despondency, in the endless valley of unanswered questions, in the city of desperation, on the nasty street of helplessness, at the sky high building of confusion, far beyond the point of no return, standing in the pouring rain, there you are waiting for her.