i kind of wish the world would end
when the ash settles down and you can see more than your own hands you see fires.
wild and dancing, you see blackening trees and soot covered stones, but it’s beautiful.
you see the ending of it all and it lingers in you, not for the horror, but for the true shimmer of it.
the way it dances and beckons you forward, the way the painting of blood and tears drags you inside of it.
the way you wish it would.
its just words i thought looked nice together
