The sky at dusk is warm and distant. Carrying the day.
Leading the light to a better place.
The horizon sets down with inky fatigue and the clouds are showing off.
Tonight. We are 100 leagues below. Just you and me.
Tonight. Up there. Sunken love, in a bleach blonde submarine.
Justices way of letting you know no matter where youre going, no matter what's in your bag, your never as big as the things you can't touch.
Theyll keep on turning with or without an audience.
Everchanging. Everstill. Long after youre gone.