the trip fantastic.
light upon
the trip fantastic
light upon
the trip fantastic
peering through our window,
squinting into the light and
assuming that colour is
objective
“But we just got here.” Jimmy whined as he slumped back into his seat.
I put down my pencil and look back towards the half-open door, but no sound comes, not the barest echo.
26/06/2016 Image – “Cropped Forever” by Wil Wheaton