Memories of a Future
Lightning flashes, the rain pours down in sheets completely obscuring my vision until I can't even see the bridge of my nose that my rain-soaked glasses rest on. The blasted landscape is the same as it's been for almost six years now. It's never been the same since that fateful day in January. It's hard for me to remember what it was like before then, the color of the sky the smell of trees and flowers. It's all gone, obliterated in much the same way as the buildings around me. Everyone nowadays, including me is only looking out for themselves, you're alone in this place. There ain't no comfort to be had being born in this age. This is an age of ruin, ain't no place for life on a planet of the damned. Ain't no place for anything happy or cheerful. Some say that there's good to be had in this world even now after all that's happened. Me, I don't believe a word of it, only thing we folks can do now is work with the rotten luck we got. I try to make the best of it. But the hardships even get to me sometimes, even I break down on occasion though I don't let the rest of group know it. It's weak and the last thing that anyone needs is weakness. Sometimes when I sleep, I get weird visions of the way things used to be around here. The blue sky, the green forests, the oceans when they weren't filled with black muck and dead bodies. All of it's a myth now. Something the Preachers tell us we can attain in the Higher Place. I don't believe a word of that either. If you can't save yourself no one can. Cause you are all you've got.