Neon Green Skylines

Nitrogen bombs on neon green skylines. Parachutes ballooning over my head. Insects crawl over my bed. Circus acts becoming clearer into the night sky. Become a victim of our own chaos. Terminal destruction. Faces turn to shadows as the lights reappear to field us in white rooms.

In the end you'll see the new sky ceiling. Paint it different colours. Smash it up and start it again. Put it to the hours cut it up with the glass and find out how long you think it will last. Find out what the mirrors tinker with in the dark and reimagine yourself in another world while you sleep at night.

This is no time to think of former lovers who deaden your brain with imaginary pain. Jungles are no more, forests are dying off. If I made a profit, I too would be happy. Wouldn't you? Sell your story for gold and I'll see you in silver, forgotten prize.