the pallet of the scenary has quickly turned from gray and blue to red and yellow
subtle tones of orange drift by from time to time
its akwardly bright
"its supposed to be darker"
someone mentions.
A ship gets strained at a shore that wasnt there before
the captain is baffled
"how could He?" he thinks,
refering to God.
God doesnt answer.
A white shockwave blinds me for a second.
Its not loud,
Its frightenly quiet
and painfully lonely.
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