It was supposed to be a mystical land. A place to soak in the sun, kick back, and have some fun. It was supposed to be so much more. They closed their eyes and wondered where it had all gone wrong.
This had been what they had sought. Yet, none of it had been what they wanted.
They had lived in a shallow pond of dreams. No depth. Just death.
Meanwhile, the bird watched. The bird sang. And, the bird flew away
Categories: death, photography, Psychology, society, writing prompt
Orange Man Cometh…
No one understood the
Significance but the
Bird With Wings…;)
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