I am the wind filled with dust and ashes.

I am the oceans, lying dead in stagnant pools.

I am the wildfire that burns through the remnants of birchwood trees and yellow dead grass.

I am the debris resting firmly on the dusty pavement.

Cursed by immortality you tread upon frozen ground, pondering over what has been. Nothing to come.

Rainfall trickling down upon burnt skin. Eyes filled with shattered marble.

A gaze at what could've been, a dream standing upon barren lands.

Remember now. Brightblue skies and perspiring warmth. Fresh air and green grass.