the coffeehouse is trembling under a god’s touch, quaking as tectonic plates shift beneath the surface and lake water floods the streets. a musician sits on a stool, singing to the empty shop and ghost barista. water is rising. the one man band plays on.
the house of god is trembling under a horseman’s touch, crackling with quickly approaching fires. the priest has fled with the nuns, but in the middle of a sea of empty chairs sits a man with a suit on, praying the rosary. fire is coming closer. the businessman prays on.
the farmhouse is trembling under an angel’s touch, sinking farther into the earth than should be possible. the farmer and his wife are too old to flee. the sinkhole grows. they kiss each other goodnight and climb into bed. they won’t wake up.
the greenhouse is trembling under a ghost’s touch, turning colder by the minute. the gardener is long gone, but in his place, the billionaire who once owned the world watches the world crumble. the world outside is only ice and snow. she stays still.
the lighthouse is trembling under a demon’s touch, going under fast as quicksand. those who couldn’t bear to leave town have taken up refuge by the lightbulb, but the lightbulb is at sea level now. the skies are darkening. the people mutter tiny goodbyes.
together, we are trembling under a star’s touch, fighting a battle we can’t possibly win. the sky is black. the outside world is snow and hail. the sinkhole is devouring all that surrounds it. the fire is licking at my ankles. the water is up to my chin.
the end of the world is here.
the world was always a house of cards
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Be passionate. Know that you are making a difference, so go and continue to do so. Work towards a life in which you’re living your purpose. The world supports you.
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“All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king.”
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The Fox Treehouse. A cozy treehouse with lots of natural light, cozy interior, and beautiful murals by Emily Leonard. Located in Nashville, Tennessee.
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All I wish for myself in 2019 is to keep learning how to be better, kinder and more loving to myself.
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