“The sun drops into the ocean and splashes browns and red and yellows and oranges into the world outside my window.”

“I know the sky falls down every day. The sun drops into the ocean and splashes browns and reds and yellows and oranges into the world outside my window. A million leaves from a hundred different branches dip in the wind, fluttering with the false promise of flight. The gust catches their withered wings only to force them downward, forgotten, left to be trampled by the soldiers stationed just below.”

“Traditional homes of our old world have been abandoned, windows shattered, roofs collapsing, red and green and blue paint scrubbed into muted shades to better match our bright future.”

“My eyes break open. Two shattered windows filling my mouth with glass.”

“The sun is an arrogant thing, always leaving the world behind when it tires of us. The moon is a loyal companion.”

“For a moment I want to believe him. For a moment I want to sit on the floor and cry out the ocean lodged in my throat.”

“They say our world used to be green. Our clouds used to be white. Our sun was always the right kind of light.”