phoenix

rising from the ashes of cigarettes in a tray (or rather a bowl of glass) memories flash up, but i'm slowly one by one replacing them. if i ever feel better please let me know too. i want to enjoy the view from up there or the other side of the deep and wide walls of stone - rocks - fade from that representation to the real thing in a parking lot. lots of emotion. empty lots. the robots are coming back - visions of them. when it's all over (the world) let me know and i'll crawl out of the cave in a wave of emotion at seeing the sky again.