Tomorrow,
Yesterday,
Today,
Next week or next year
Time has stopped to reveal the end of the world.
The machines have stopped.
Engines have run out of petrol.
No machines - no mankind.
No more money,
No more friends,
No more home,
No more trust nor belief.
No fate.
Loose a religion.
No happiness,
No sadness.
No feelings at all.
They`re gone to fetch another one.
So this is it.
This is how they`ve put it.
They`re gone but
We`re still here.
Forgotten books, yellow pages, rotten photographs, fake truths, lies.
The people we`ve left behind,
The woods, the river.
That tiny black spot on the white sheet of snow.
A Gull.
A Blackbird.
Then a thundering sound of an engine, blue light.
And silence again.
And darkness.
And stars falling, earth shaking,
Dried water, deserted streets.
The city.
Our new home.
