I wrote the longest Sentence today.
The air is blank gray space, thick with nothing rising from the earth, seeping into unbreathed oxegen, dead soil, shattered fossils from the distant lives of yellow cactuses swirl around my ankles binding me to this monotonous inatimate cracked cement; a thick dark line drawn across the plain straight foreword, not secrets, no ending but the curvature of the earth and a flat moss lizard, sharp, cool scuttled in front kicking tiny pebbles on my toes,ignorance, into his hole.